Where the [Insert bad word here] did you go!

Dear North Face,

I miss those days when my hair would get strung up through your mesh and get yanked out when I took you off for nighttime prayer. I miss you North Face more than you'll ever know. 

Do you remember when we went to the Grand Canyon and saw just a sliver of the beauty in this world? I'm pretty sure you have ounces of my sweat absorbed in you from all the hikes we've been on. I know that's gross, but it shows how much I love you.

 Have I ever told you about your mother? She was beautiful, and she loved you and I'm so sorry that I didn't watch you like I should've. I'm sorry I didn't take care of you. I lost my focus for only a couple seconds and then when I looked up you were gone and rolling somewhere with the crowd. It's a scary feeling losing a son. I was terrified when you left.

Can I ask you something? Was it your choice? If so why? I really cared about you and I know I made some mistakes but I wish you'd come home. I really wish you'd come home North Face. I miss seeing you on my nightstand and knowing you were there watching over me. Please come home...

Love your searching father,

J. Nemo

you are her.

I have no reason to gaze up at the stars in the sky,
because there are two right in front of me resting gently inside you.
I like your stars better than those big balls of glowing energy up in space.
Your stars are like oceans wild on the surface, but calm in their wise depths.
There are times when the world freezes and just lets me look at them.
I thank Mother Nature for those moments
You Are Her.

When they look into mine, they calm the storms within me.
The tempests that rage and scream and tear deep down in my soul,
flipping over great vessels of my sanity and beliefs
But you are the calmer. You are my peace.
You Are Her.

In my pool of thoughts you are the only one swimming,
and you swim ever so gracefully.
Just to touch your skin is a blessing.
You dive deeper and deeper into my cortex,
sending electrical currents straight to my heart,

causing it to pound so quick that every once in a while it steps off the rhythm.
You Are Her.

I don't care about the others. I want you.
I want your perfection and your weakness. All of it.
Without both I wouldn't be able to love you like I do.
I just like to hear your voice speak about your day to me every night before I fall asleep.
I'm not complete without it.
The way you say goodbye is a lullaby to my ears, slowly easing me to sweet dreams.
You Are Her.

A old man once put his powerful wrinkled hands on my head and spoke of angels.
I never knew exactly what he meant,
but it always whispered with hope in the back of my mind.
I know now that he spoke of One and...
You Are Her