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| Aug 23, 2007 @ 10:36 PM |
Into This...
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Ratigator
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Many years have passed. Many. I've watched so many things go by like feathers in the wind. What are we doing here? We're not meant to know that, I don't think.
When my heart stops in its last moment, I want to remember everything as it was. I want to remember this moment, including...because I'm laughing & crying all at once, it seems. I tickle, & I hurt both on the inside & the out. I can really feel myself, in this moment. I'm feeling everything.
I'm looking at a pair of scissors & wondering to myself, "What do the blades think of me? Do they see me in the same light as I see them?...or as I used to see them?" I'm looking at the wall; asking myself, "Now, they're a sturdy creature. I wonder if it ever needs someone to lean on, as I've leaned on it so many times." I'm looking at a blank sheet of paper, & again...wondering, "Who is it that you write to when you feel alone, ir inadequate?"
I spent so many years of my life searching for answers when I really should've looked more deeply into my questions. I don't know if that's what I'm doing, now...but it feels like it. In a way, I've discovered my true companion. It was me, the whole time. I've come to terms with the *self* that lives inside of me & have digested painful memories. I feel refreshed.
Thank you for existing, & for reading my philosophies. I hope I inspire you, as you've inspired me. I wanted to get this off my chest for the time being, but...more to come, so watch for me later. Thank you.
[Edited on 8/23/2007 10:43 PM]
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