I dreamt of it. I traced the outline with my fingers, and I gasped. I dreamt of it. I have found so much of perfection, and I'm learning to love? I dreamt of it. I saw myself standing it out, alone, in the city. My hands were cold and my feet were bare but my hands reached out to hold someone else. But I don't know that person, the person reaching ( Read more... )

When you see a grown man close to tears, something changes in you. 

I remember being on relaxants. Do you think they dull your senses? They actually do the opposite. Because when the excessive commotion of the world and the external is blurred, what's happening closest to you, inside you becomes your key focus.

I'm dying inside. 

Where will I fix my eyes?
What, what keeps me going?
You alone, are my story to tell.
You alone, the balm to my sorrows.
Your Word will guide me, be the lamp to my feet.
You are my Joy, my Hope and my Strength.
Always.

I am not Alone, I am not Alone.

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Short-circuited
Like water meeting power
plugs. It is over and done;
Packed up, shelved
Not for memory,
For Mistakes --
Not for Joy, for
distant Appreciation.
Thought is irrelevant.
We forget it is not
necessarily painful.
It is a voluntary exercise;
an unshackling of chains;
Sweet, sweet, Release.

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Curtailed by the pressures of time

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