
Nourish my brain
To dampen my sorrow
Make me forget regret
Drum out the pain
With logic to borrow
Reset all my upset
Grief, it takes me
Down its alley
No chance to move or to break
I need a moment
I need your minute
To wash away all my mistakes

Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.

Nourish my brain
To dampen my sorrow
Make me forget regret
Drum out the pain
With logic to borrow
Reset all my upset
Grief, it takes me
Down its alley
No chance to move or to break
I need a moment
I need your minute
To wash away all my mistakes

If we expedite our dreams
Past the sorrow
We will never know strength
We will never gain heart

Every evening at a certain time the fates are delivered a prompt, and with that prompt, they make stories that determine our fate. Some stories are full of laughter, some sorrow, and some things that only the gods will laugh at.

Lost in my River of Dreams,
warring against the current that propels me in directions I don’t want to go,
I drown in sorrows of failure, but have glorious breath when my face rises.
I hope to reach a time where air is a given
and dreams become the land where I can walk.
May we all reach that land where we can live out our dreams and not be lost in the river forever. Keep fighting, keep rising for breath, and keep against the current that tries to pull you under.