urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:northeasteden northeasteden northeasteden 2009-12-20T23:46:46Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:northeasteden:15247 2009-12-20T23:46:46Z 2009-12-20T23:46:46Z I still love the old things I once forsook,<br />Though they are not the vessel I carry with me today, they travel with me still. All the movements and revelations that were the closest kin to my heart,<br />I cannot help but feel the old love and old self renewed when visiting with them.<br />It may be nostalgia,<br />But I cannot deny who I have become, different from then, but different because of then,<br />And with this peace, this reconciling with the past, <br />Am I able to move onwards. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:northeasteden:15081 2009-06-26T06:18:32Z 2009-06-26T06:22:42Z <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><u>The Lure of the Wing</u><br /><br /><br /><br />Take me unto unbridled destiny,<br />Let me soar with the fuel<br />of my ignited Flame,<br /><br />Let me banish that unforgiving<br />Night,<br />And succumb to<br />The Lure of the Wing...<br /><br /><br /><br />- Lucy A. Armstrong, 2006.</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div>