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this night's the perfect shade of dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room?
(dark blue||jack's mannequin) I think life is just a series of cycles. ... so it seems that summer doesn't like me too well. The Truth is, I am created by God with Love, He deemed me worthy enough to give His life for… -
Why do we believe in fairy tales?
Especially when we have to face life as it is with the feeling that it shouldn't be this way. that all those stupid stories have led me all astray this whole time... *continue cynicism. -
one by one
I have been slowly going through the checklist of things I need to do before I leave for school...some of the things, though, were not written down, because I know I will not find any relish in checking them off. Like..… -
in absence of dialogue
A certain autobiography I've been reading mentioned a crisis of condition in the soul, a certain deadness where no sensibility such as remorse or fear could reach. "Who prayed for me then? I cannot tell" wrote the author… -
What, Faithful Phantom
Blue, blue caravan Winding down to the valley of lights My true love is a man Who would hold me for ten thousand nights In the wild wild wailing of wind He's a house 'neath a soft yellow moon.… -
Shreds of Camaraderie
Two years ago... Five met in a sheltered patio of a hotel resort, five of the group who had taken a trek to the SouthEast, united briefly for one common goal, one common purpose. I remember talking about the things that … -
Only so much can be said
Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt It’sstill a little hard to say What's going onStill a little bit of your ghost - your witness Still a l… -
scribbles
...At one point something was mentioned about coming to church looking like everything's okay...and how everyone else looks good too. It's so true...we don't ever really take the masks off, ever. But I know we are not al… -
on grief
"Sorrow..turns out to be not a state but a process. It needs not a map but a history. ...Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape. Not every bend does. Sometimes… -
I like raspberry jam on my muffins
if i had eyes I am not sure what to write...but I know I can, so I guess I'm going to go and ramble for a bit...mostly for myself, so don't feel obliged to read. It's been good to be back, although limitations on my tr…
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