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| What I am learning about trying to live- | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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This past week has been a blissful hell for me if that makes any sense to anyone. Pure joy and pure fear found their way into my heart. Why does this happen to a person? Why does it have to happen to me? Why should it happen to anyone? Why? I quote above all, Forrest Gump. "I am not a smart man.... but I know what love is." That is my whole view on life. I don't know half of the things I should or need to. But I know, I need love. Loneliness is a cruel trick in the scheme of all that is holy. Is love a myth perhaps? I often think that happiness is too. But yet I find myself constantly wrapped inside the arms of some sort of raw emotion that I don't quite know how to classify. I know how to love. I know how I want to be loved. I know how I want to love somebody that will let me. I want sunny days filled with laughter. I want awkward moments of silence. I want to brush the tears of frustration away from a loving cheek with my lips and whisper that everything is going to be okay because 'I love you'. Can these things exist somewhere inside my life instead of a Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan movie? I want to be held as though I'm the addiction that fills her veins. I want to write the most passionate songs that God has ever blessed a soul with creating for her. I want to continually be inspired by the way she looks at me the first thing in the morning. I guess what I am saying is that, I want the myth of true love to become a reality for me and not a three dollar ticket in an uncomfortable seat surrounded by everyone else that has what I don't. Love. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| The aftermath of a first kiss..... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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WHAT WAS GIVEN Frolicking laughter, chasing a rainbow, The warmth of her soft, longing touch, Smile of a sunbeam passing to and fro; I could only hope for so much. She gave me an eyelash in the tear of a clown, She gave me a misty, red dream, I have nothing to give her but the heart-filled sound Of the passionate whisper I sing. Though I'm not all she wanted, I'd be all I can For the chance of this angel's kiss; Yet I hope in my heart that she'd soon understand With her love, she granted my wish. January 25, 1996 | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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I am interested in what drives people to do what they do in life. My pet peeve is a person with no drive, that doesn't try to make some meaning of their own life and figure out what the secret of their universe is. People are dull, but a person... a person can unlock the door to any room. I want to fill my heart and head with as many things as life throws my way, whether it be travel, art,dancing the right steps, pain or joy. There is so much to learn and so little time so please step back and let those of us with passion pass by. |
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