To my love
I am glad to see you again. I wish that you where not in that little plastic box. I wish that you where alive. But there is nothing that can be done. You are lost to me until I can join you in death. All I now have is what I once had your memory. I know that during the drive to your sisters house all of the overpass supports where looking real
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You are one; alone. A tourist upon these lands. Your destiny and fate rest in your hands. Always.
You are the only one for your past, present and future. There is nobody else to be you but you.
However, you never have to be a lone rock in a sea of sorrow. The world is full of those whom can be your guiding light. Look. You never quite know what lay around the bend.
You are the king of your castle. But, it's your option to keep the bridge drawn or whom you choose to let in.
As for death, it is not reliable. Good. Bad. Bleh. All three hold posibility. Just rember this. It must not be very interesting. Or, everyone would have stayed there.
Be strong. Live long. Your reward waits for those with lives lived well. Shortcuts only lead to hell. (And, not necessary that realm that the church preaches about. Imagine an existance of dream without interacting. One that only repeats with the worst of notions that go over and over and over. Never go there. Remember yesterday with more value then gold. But, live for tomorrow. Always.)
jup-the reverend-reindeer
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