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[snakelights]

Another random writing. Anothe rrandom writing session. I look at the people who are running bye and i hurt. i see th people running bye nand i hurt. Worst part is I don't think that I am the onethat is hurting . it is something that is just expected of me to feel. To feel that compassion of a person, a real person when all I can really do is look at it in avauge shock. As the terrorist ransackle that building on Tc and the people go running bye I wonder vaugely if I will ever know their names and that if I did know their names (everyonce in a while their names of those who are hurt come up on the screen) If I will rember them tommorow. I wonder how many people do. think this is... People often complain about how apatheitc teenagers are today and how it's becuase of the news, the video games the all this stuff to pass the blame on. It is generally meant in some dergoatory manner , I woder if these people realize how scary it is to realize your aptheitic. That you're looking for something to beleive in that is something that you can be passiunate about that won't fallthe wquick jkes and cynicisms.
Maybe that is why people are jelous of the Artsists in the world they found their passions. I'm still only looking fo mine. The geniuses have found their work and they fly by so do the loves, the great craftsmen and speakers, those deicated saints in the serivce field, those born again christian and jihads of the terorists. They have something to beleive in , something they belive is great may not the idea of beleiving in somethhing be it's own attraction.