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  <body>&lt;p&gt;I open my mind and I let the thoughts spill out&lt;br /&gt;
constantly onto the paper before me, considering&lt;br /&gt;
all the many words that I might say, that I might&lt;br /&gt;
let slip out of my mind, slip out into the world&lt;br /&gt;
all around me, that I might tell you, that I might&lt;br /&gt;
allow myself to hear.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I will say many a hallowed thing, so I will let &lt;br /&gt;
it be known that, in all the splendor of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;
there is not a thing that I can not tell a soul,&lt;br /&gt;
if only that soul were ready to hear it, if only &lt;br /&gt;
that soul were ready to ask of the importance&lt;br /&gt;
that is so contained within this reality.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I sit alone, and I reflect on the curiousity&lt;br /&gt;
placed so clearly before me, as I reflect on the&lt;br /&gt;
world around me, as I see the darkness fade away&lt;br /&gt;
and become light, and as I see the light itself&lt;br /&gt;
coalesce back into the darkness, as I note the &lt;br /&gt;
decorum of the folk associate deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;
to a hidden time, I grow curious and curious,&lt;br /&gt;
for they all make no sense, they all make no time&lt;br /&gt;
for themselves, they all pass away like the wind&lt;br /&gt;
blowing to some unknown destination, slowly but&lt;br /&gt;
surely disappearing not only to the others, but&lt;br /&gt;
to themselves; to themselves&amp;#8230; lost, and alone,&lt;br /&gt;
but never truly alone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Loneliness is a boon, loneliness is a gift, a poison&lt;br /&gt;
tearing through the existences.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Found to be disengaged from those around you and&lt;br /&gt;
curious as to what&amp;#8217;s real and what&amp;#8217;s not&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;
the reality bathes around you in the ephemeral&lt;br /&gt;
light, just as you bathe in the reality, just&lt;br /&gt;
as you bathe in the beauty that surrounds you,&lt;br /&gt;
just as you deny the beauty, and just as you&lt;br /&gt;
accept the beauty.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is hope in this world, to be sure,&lt;br /&gt;
but only if one takes the hope, only&lt;br /&gt;
if one is to follow down the path that&lt;br /&gt;
they truly want, only if one is to follow&lt;br /&gt;
down the path that grants them life,&lt;br /&gt;
that grants them love.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, I walk down my path, and at the end,&lt;br /&gt;
a lonely soul stands&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;
Will it be you?&lt;/p&gt;</body>
  <created-at type="datetime">2009-05-08T01:14:03-07:00</created-at>
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  <title>Emotions and Cries</title>
  <updated-at type="datetime">2010-03-10T23:21:17-08:00</updated-at>
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