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"everybody's got a hunger 
no matter where they are
everybody clings to their own fear
   everybody hides some scar..."


~ Melissa Etheridge ~





ooooooooo, oooo, oooo... precious pain... oh yeah... oh wow... oh moigatroid...

sometimes life is too real to be lived unconditionally open and exposed, or so I'm told... maybe that's why some people never grow old... or why many idolize those who do... live openly or grow old, your choice... my choice is to live openly, as only as I am able... even when I find obstacles, internal or external... I promised myself that I would do whatever I could, whatever necessary, to get through any barrier that tried to diminish or restrict or limit me from being all I could be, in my way, at my pace, in my time...

and yet still I wonder how I do it sometimes... and sometimes, I wonder how to do it... stumbling in the dark just looking for a spark that might light my way and inspire me today so I feel something more and find energy to continue... walk on through the wind... running in my mind while living lazy days I dare myself to die and wonder why and wonder how I can go on with so much long gone and stipped of everything that mattered by the one I trusted most... am I just a ghost... I feel like burnt toast, oh no, much worse... I feel like the host of a party of one in the last place I ever wanted to be...

and all I want to do is share me with someone who cares and nobody's here and that's just the way it happened, just the way it was planned... so nothing else matters... until somebody understands... alas and sighs... while I sit wasting away in this body, I go tound and round in mental exercise... alas and sighs, until I find... understanding eyes...

how can I find laughter in this nightmare...
how can I find calm in this storm...

I think of you



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