"Stay in the crowd

Maybe they won't see you."

The basic rule that everyone followed like a spreading disease that the only cure was the hope that it would go away.

It isn't forgotten to this day.

Cut of my right paw and stitch it to my tail so I can grasp onto the cliff that is covered in falling rocks even after I fall to my doom.

The promises we made are the stitches.

Don't forget them.

Because they are what will keep us attached to the life that we know and love so dearly, we would die for it.

But we already did die. Long ago when he first said: "No."

It was his first word as a small dragonet.

And that word would stick to him as a sticky note on his back saying: "Kick me."

And they would.

Thy would kick him where the world turned dark and everything fell upside down and he collapsed.

But he got back up.

And when I say you can get back up too and you don't believe me:

I will rip out the crutches from your feet like I did to him so long ago and I will help you stand long enough to see the sun blaring through the open doors of peace.

...

Peace is a wonderful thing.

And I know for sure by watching his life go through, all peaceful moments were framed with a golden-lined leather frame that was written on with the word YES.

Yes and No are two different things.

One means greed while the other is humble.

One is acceptance while the other is rebellion.

They confuse you.

That's why you look at both equally, finding every nook and cranny where the shadows and the lights meet and saying:

"You are both the Same"

Don't forget that.