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Grieving Hope

Oct 07

It is that time of year again. When my thoughts and soul wanders to days past; falling leaves; cool brisk nights and young love long lost.

I find myself in a place that does not fit. With a life that seems disjointed; out of pace. Where sex replaces words which would comfort, and wit drowns out compassion.

I now know the things in life that I want, as they have become unattainable.  So I turn to much more simpler thoughts.  I try to reach the untouchable needs in my heart through simple daily joys, however few that they may be.

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Last Update: October, 2007