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Today there was a revelation, and not mine.
It's oddly fascinating how someone can take words and apply it to his situation, words you adore, and words you had chosen, and used for only reasons you know, that he will never understand.
I had found a beautiful line from the journal of a_rodge by Pablo Neruda. I altered them, only slightly, to personalize ( Read more... )
It's oddly fascinating how someone can take words and apply it to his situation, words you adore, and words you had chosen, and used for only reasons you know, that he will never understand.
I had found a beautiful line from the journal of a_rodge by Pablo Neruda. I altered them, only slightly, to personalize ( Read more... )
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Maybe in each person's small, intense, and glorious world, he or she will live a life of constant self-reflection and introspection. Perhaps, every situation that person encounters, will adhere to his or her life, so that that person changes, or grows, or relapses accordingly. But what when. by mere chance, that someone misreads some event, spectacle, or even, words of his or her heart's affection? What if the following events are carried out, by chance, but perhaps, that chance has allowed for other occurances, or words, to be withheld... I am speaking in riddles, but it feels right.
I love this thought.
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