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'A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful. is this a test? It has to be, otherwise I can't go on. draining patience, drain vitality. this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old. but I'm still right here giving blood, keeping faith and I'm still right here. but I'm still right here giving blood, keeping faith and I'm still right here. I must keep reminding myself of this. I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away mildewed and smoldering. fundamental differing. pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion disintegrating as it goes testing our communication. the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication. I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over. to bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication the poetry that comes from the squaring off between, and the circling is worth it. finding beauty in the dissonance. there was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away. mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting i've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication. I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human. with my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. and following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. we'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.'
The passion for music has driven itself into my system once again. The passion for writing has grabbed me by the throat. Take it whiles it is there because it can disappear anytime it wants to. This is the beginning.
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.'
The passion for music has driven itself into my system once again. The passion for writing has grabbed me by the throat. Take it whiles it is there because it can disappear anytime it wants to. This is the beginning.