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I had a name once yet today I come to you not as a person or an individual but as a product of disassociation. I will speak of the familiar feeling that keeps you from loving and speak of those that encourage the uncomfortable pain you welcome home. The picture of time will be etched into your imagination as the numbing sensation is born from the wrath of cold winds. My perception has been devoured and sent to dream of the poetic injustices that this world has to offer.
"Why is the world so evil Mommy?" The young boy asked his mother. She can barley speak, the cancer that has been eating away at her is finally taking its toll. She looks inside her heart for an honest answer and finally finds the strenght to give her young man one. "Ask the world to give you something to fear, my boy. In time your mind will plauge this place with only our will." "Momma can you hear me?"
I have been down the rabbit hole and ended up in Hell. I came out alive but those were not my intentions. I have seen my fears through the looking glass and the map to the scolding gates are embedded in my head. They are not far from my reach.
Purpose?
Where has it gone? I ask the peace that is felt when the Earth's creations bring serenity to my mind to come back. To honestly feel the warmth of human soul to comfort me. To see the miracle of life to make the pain alright and save me from this place. There is no comfort of a loving Mother to wipe away the tyranny that I have surrounded my self with nor that of a loving Wife to comfort my soul when it begins to shiver. Maybe the purpose isn't to love nor feel but to teach those that maybe it does exist. In my eyes there is no life in the future or in the past. There are smile's to comfort the pain and tears to take them away but maybe there is an Angel out there.....
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Posted by blazet_2002 on 2009-04-21 22:22:28 | Rating: | Views: 125
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