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Sunday, November 18, 2012
The Silent Within
Everytime I feel the war is over it begins
again. The unhealthy thoughts wrestling my heart to the ground, little
palpitation allowing it to pump out the negative past. My inner most
thoughts tell me that my love is all I have to give. That without love I
would be an empty shell with no soulful purpose. I feel a healthy
paranoia of not knowing if the ones I love ever loved me with anything
more than temporary fascination. That the ones I gave my heart too with
nothing but a hope somehow led me towards
misunderstanding beauty in all it's forms. A time for resignation creeps
near. That common belief in healing tells from sadness comes strength.
That the universe remains kind and guides me
closer to my own destiny. I wanna spend my love. Hopefully the bends in
the road will one day return my story to promise with a woman who will
stand by me, as I will her. I beg for patience and healing through deep breath.
On a voyage
I returned home to find only my own comfort in my lonely bed. Will
I ever feel whole again?