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Tuesday, 27 June 2006
Its all about the lack of satisfaction. Or the lack of needs that are being met. While not alone I realized that its not as simple as I had once thought, because I'm indeed alone. This is a real and recurring sensation that picks and burns at the bottom of the stomach as many would agree. Unnecessary blame has been shot into my body and I'm looking at a option. While being truly alone I would have less of this burn than while giving such valuable space to another. There's no solution but to ride this one to an end and start from a new house.
on this day we will see the view only from our eyes. my question to all of you is where will she stab? can we walk a few feet before i look and my feet are behind, or will it seem as if i had been left alone long ago. single days fly past while she steps on her own soul and trips. lets believe our philosophy and hope to God we all pray the right words, if not... I'm headed to the corner. given my situation, falling out is not an option.
Wednesday, 18 January 2006
The floor shakes under until it appears there is nothing to fall
on. Ripples of flowing aura send before me all to quick for me to
respond. What does a person do? Is this defeat or am I
continually falling until something stops me, but I must keep my head
together. God, this pain is unbearable, coldness to a point of
needles prickling over a million times. Those people just could not
bear to choose ignorance, we are here now wondering when they will
come. What dream is this that I cannot awake from? What is
this exactly falling from our lives? Calm this sensation of
neuropathy. Can we step too far?
This temporary glitch should be fixed within the day. Nice that
its not going away tonight. Keep her brain numb and it doesn't
move, but make her think and this pain seems to jolt through some many
damaged dendrites. Its okay, step by step we can fix this.
Wait! I can't fix this. What is this confusion beyond my own
knowledge. This knowledge that is indeed my study, but I'm too
early, this is happening too early, I don't know this yet. She
falls into herself while this outer soul attempts to free itself.
Calm this mind of reason, its racing with wrong ideas and
answers. She comes to me with my arms around her tight, and falls
to the floor. Is this real My God, what do I do? Those people
failed in excellence, pro's cant even spare one inch of time. We
put this in your hands, and we wait. We lean on forgetting, but
let reason of those doctors tell us something near of the truth.
Threads converse in order to tell such mass - action needs response.
While none serves the order, I fall deeper in this sleep. Some
call it reality, I like to say it continues a pattern of its' own
true identity.
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