so looking to the sky ¡ will sing and from my heart to YOU ¡ bring…
The Winter’s Tale
…
Willy `•.
“There is a fire in mine ears.”
…
Zach Bryan :::
“So let me go down the line…
Let me feel it all…
Joy, Pain, and Sky.”
…
Me `’.,°~
Mine.
Hers.
PyroHearts.
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Jeremiah 20:9 (NIV)
“But if I say, ‘I will not mention His Word
or speak anymore in His name,’
His Word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up in my bones© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.
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I’ve been texting with a friend all day…
in between living life…
We got on the topic of this life of mine…
and somehow… my parents came up.
After telling him some things…
I started thinking…
Man… my mom and dad are strange.
Not them as people…
their relationship.
It’s just… different.
They’ve known each other forever… all their lives…
I mean since they were little bitty kids.
I believe… since babies.
They lived next door to each other.
Their families were close.
Friends… neighbors…
They grew up side by side.
Playmates…
then boyfriend and girlfriend as kids…
carried it through elementary school…
into high school…
They were in love.
They got married.
Planned to have me…
Succeeded 😎
I was born… started spinning around this earth… like everyone else.
…
Then when I was 5…
they got divorced.
Just like that.
It wasn’t some huge dramatic thing either…
they were just bored.
Like they realized
they were all each other had ever known…
thought they were missing something out there.
So they walked away.
…
Not long after…
they both met other people.
Quick.
Got married again.
Both of them.
Both of those marriages…
were disasters.
Five… six years later…
both divorced again.
…
But here’s the part that always got me…
through all of it…
they stayed close.
I mean really close.
Always together.
They’d hang out…
go to movies…
go shopping…
even take trips together.
Like… what?
It was like they were married…
but weren’t.
They got along better than most married couples I’ve ever seen.
…
Then one day… when I was 24…
they told me they needed to talk.
Both of them.
Sat me down in the living room…
real serious.
And I’m thinking…
Alright… what is this?
Who’s sick?
Is it cancer?
Who died?
What’s going on?
They’ve never done this like this before.
…
So they ask me…
“How would you feel…
if we got married again?”
…
“Sure! I’m all for it!
I want yall happy!”
“So who’s the lucky man and woman?
Double wedding or something?”
…
Nah…
Not even close.
Bruh…
They meant each other.
Again.
…
Now you’d think I’d be happy, right?
That’s my mom and dad.
But honestly?
It was weird.
Most of my life…
they were just friends.
They had been married to other people…
dated other people…
but somehow always stayed close.
…
So I gave them my blessing.
Even though it felt strange.
…
First time I saw them kiss…
it creeped me out… 😁
…
So they got married.
Bought a big house.
…
Within about six months…
everything started falling apart.
Arguing all the time.
Couldn’t get along.
I remember thinking—
What happened?
Where did that friendship go…
the one I watched my whole life?
…
They stayed married another ten years.
Barely speaking.
Sleeping in different rooms.
Both… unhappy.
…
Then they divorced.
Again.
…
Not long after that…
they became best friends.
Again.
…
Now I just have to laugh.
Like… you’ve got to be kidding me.
…
But I will say this—
I’ve learned a lot about love from them.
What to do…
what not to do…
…
One thing I know for sure…
When it comes to love…
I’m nothing like them.
…
And if I didn’t look like both of them…
…
I’d swear I was adopted.
…
© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.
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Romeo and Juliet — Act II, Scene ii…
Willy `•.
“The more I give to thee,
The more I have,
for both are infinite…”
…
Boyz II Men –¡¡¡¡–
“Sunny days,
everybody loves them…
tell me…
Can you stand the rain?”
…
Me `’.,°~
“You are forever…
molten silver…
weathered in my heart…”
…
…….?→<3→////→⛈?’
© 2025–2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.
How have your political views changed over time?
Oh yeah baby… I get around
I’ve stood in different places… believed different things… carried just about every opinion imaginable at some point
And honestly… I appreciate that… because it’s helped me respect people with all kinds of views…
That’s the beauty in my “politics…”
I’m all about people…
Not their labels
Not their party
Not their category
Not their “side”
Yeah… I have beliefs… political… faith wise… life wise
My journey started early
I was maybe 8 years old when I asked my grandmother what the difference was between red and blue
She smiled and said… Democrats are for the poor man and Republicans for the rich… geeees grandma…
So that’s where it all began
And wow… it’s been a journey I tell ya…
But today
None of it matters much…
People matter…
Hearts matter…
Humans matter…
So let’s love them… you and me
That’s the only “politics” I care to fight for anymore…
trust everyone…
but cut the cards…
…….🤠🤝🤫🛻🪪🖖🛰️🕛🏜️🔫💰🤦♂️…….→🤠+🤠→~ID~→☆PICARD☆→🕛🏜️→🔫⇄💰→🧠↓’…….🤠🕛🏜️🔫💰🤦♂️’…¡~¡ <³ 🫏 🐘 🏍
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I used to live in a tiny.. 95 year old.. two bedroom.. beach cottage.. on the west coast of Florida.. Anna Maria Island.. at high tide.. the Gulf of Mexico was maybe 50 feet or so from my back porch… a fabulous place… such a life… and in fact.. it was too close to the water… closer than other homes on the island… that small.. weak appearing structure.. had survived storm after storm after storm… throughout its life… it knew how to bend and flex with the wind… with life… just like the native palm trees that surrounded it…
me… the cottage… the palms… all together… all waiting… all ready… all prepared… for what was about to come…
On the horizon… something fierce… you didn’t need eyes to see it… you could feel it… it knew you… the breath of it.. once distant… now closer than ever…
It was a storm… and in it… a warning… leave the island… I’ve always been fascinated with bad weather… when people seek shelter… I go to my spot by a window… so I can see fully… eyes fixed… fear far off… I open the door… I feel like Im flyin`…
A few years earlier… I survived something… something that had me surrounded… everything outside… deepest black… but inside… where things matter… and count… a faint flicker burst… and riding the wind… beautiful in the night… were the Armies of Heaven… they came for me…
When I realized it was all over… that I was safe… I was met by a promise from high up… that I was to be kept… safe and sound… for all of my days…
I knew then… I was untouchable… that my storms… will fear and obey me… in them will I fly… in them will I reign… my finger in the eye of it… my foot… on its neck… the storm learned fear… not i…
The island was deserted… I found this out.. as I drove around it.. it was full of ghosts… people saw serious in the warning… and they were gone… I sat on my back porch… I was getting to see things that everyone else was missing… the sea was alive and wild… the turbulence… the waves… unreal… so came the wind… the rain… driven hard… angled… I decided to go inside and make some coffee… with an added shot of Jameson Irish Whiskey…☘️ haha…
I made the most of what was going on outside… and outside me… I played my guitar… I sang my songs… I lit smell good candles… I sipped smooth… strong drink… and I waited… never once afraid…
As time passed… the water rose… pushed by the wind… it surrounded me… I kept a close eye… prepared… just in case I needed to swim… find the shore… wherever it was… Im a good swimmer 😉… I looked out every window… all I could see was the sea… my home felt like a ship… never once worried for my life… the house stood in the wind… like it had done so many times before… this was the worst of it… the water just a few feet from the foundation… on all sides… never breaching… there was a force at work… that would only allow things to get so bad…
Knowing this…
I decided to take a nap…
and dream…
about things that really scare me…
like love…
…¹4³….→I→BELONG→n→SERVICE→OF→†→the..KING→…..not.→≠→IN→BETWEEN→……→↑→~|~→RAIN→~|~→↑’king… `.°~\|( -¡-~-¡°
Inspired by a story from aparnachillycupcakes… whose words sparked this reflection…
Also… while I was writing this piece.. I listened to the album “August and everything after” by Counting Crows…
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Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 