

A Chance to DreamI suppose I must apologize,A Chance to Dream
For sleep it comes to me, At such a terrible moment When much I would rather do Pull you into my arms,
Lie away, in comfortable bed A chance, a chance to dream And in that sleep, such a dream A dream of shapes, and wings Of stars below and dreams above Of flying amongst such dreams and stars And never losing such a comfortable feeling Sleeping in your arms.


What I isWhence we go Whence we came Whence we are Whence we were.What I is
Who we know, Who we love Who we see Who we hear
They all matter not Until I know What I is.


Blood, Fire, and AshesBlood Fire and AshesBlood, Fire, and Ashes
Blood fire and ashes, these are the most common things youll see in a war. The cycle never stops, always repeating.
Blood, the life-force of men being spilled into the ground with a surprising ease. Blood, which is the driving power behind a mans life.
Fire, the loss of a village. Fire, the torches of men. Fire, the driving hate behind every mans heart, sure enough destroying the owner, just as well as the victim.
Ashes, the pitiful remnants of the village destr


A NotebookMy name is Jonathon Vandt and I am a failure. Life has thrown me curveballs, it has thrown me knucklers, and I have taken them in strides. I have always done my best, and I will always do my best. It has been my way, and I believe that it will always be my way. Yet when it comes to the moment, when I am needed most I am not fast enough, I am not strong enough, and I am nowhere near good enough. I have failed.A Notebook
My name is Jonathon Vandt, and I have worked hard to get where I am. My grandfather often told me, Greater love hath no man than
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