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July 2004
As I catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye,
I am caught up in a backlash of sensation at the sight of you after this self-inflicted, endless eternity without you. Inexplicable, fragile emotions blaze like wild fire across my face. Seeing you standing before me confirmed that you too have walked the fires of hell and bitter loneliness. I slight at this knowledge and find myself touched at the thought of you suffering as I have. Evoking an image of what our time together was like, knowing that my mind replays it like a movie on the big screen, featuring every gory detail of our failures like special effects. I am tempted to take you into my arms and ride off into the “proverbial sunset” but instead I turn, walking away.
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel |
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