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If I Could Only See You

My life is pretty simple, well, it is if you’re on the outside looking in. Perception being the way we take things, one of my main ways of looking at something even though I shouldn’t, so I’ll try and explain myself clearly.

I walk just as you do, with one foot in front of the other, but I really love flying. Especially the take off. I work forty plus hours a week, sometimes more sometimes less. My family is huge once you add in all the cousins and what-not, we don’t see each other often, but when we do, it’s fantastic.

My job, I’m in agriculture, keeping up with crops makes the world go round, I guess. Small part and not very rewarding, but it feeds me and my family. Sometimes though, I feel as if some co-workers want to just run me off, little do they know I’ll just find another, whatever. I was “accidently” poisoned at work once, and still had to go in the next day. Again, whatever.






I realize lavender has a wonderful smell to most, but for some reason it drives me insane, I hate it, with a passion. Maybe its just me, but I kinda like the smell of dirt, lol, I know that sounds silly, but nonetheless, I like it.

My family and I enjoy adventures in the forest as well as just stayin home, we’ll go anywhere and everywhere. Once my significant other ended up at the door step to a bears den, it came out, scared the crap out of us, we took off. Luckily, it wasn’t worried with us or we could have been done for. Too bad we didn’t get a picture of her face, I still laugh about that one. We slept under the beautiful night sky wondering if this planet is the only one with life on it, falling asleep counting stars. Wish we could go on vacation everyday.

You know how it is, the home life gets a little redundant. Not the family and friends, just everything else. It seems as if the world wants to keep you exactly where you are. I like to do things, go places, meet others but something seems to get in the way, a lot. Or maybe I’m just keeping the wrong count, no, I notice the things that seem to work out also. Always grateful, but would love the opportunity to do more, not just for me but for others as well. I don’t want a pity party either, that would just make it worse. Seriously just a little different opportunity would be great, trying new things, learning new stuff and never changing who I am. Me is all I can be.

I am passionate about the ones I love and those I don’t, I try and stay clear of. My family and I always try harder than the days before and treat others as we ourselves would like to be treated. I also love being with my good friends.

See I’m just like you in many ways, maybe that’s why we don’t get along as good as we possible could. This is what we do, live and love. I am a moth, this is my life but you wouldn’t know any of that because you only see what you want to see!

Lifes too short to see only what you want to see, I just wish that I could see more!

I asked my 9 year old daughter what a moth might talk about if it could in fact speak and she said, “other moths”!ย  ๐Ÿ’ฏ

Me:ย  ๐Ÿ˜Š




I am a single father of two beautiful little girls. Our life is not simple, we work hard for what we have and the way we grow together. My children are the why to my life, I move for them, my life is theirs. We all like to share stories and create our own, but the best story to me, is them!

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