...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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A Journal of Sorts
"I suppose there have been times
when you felt like a room filled with darkness
not a window around
there must have been moments
you felt you were truly alone
then again each of us knows,
in a night of unbearable sadness
still a light can be found
in each morning the promise that someday
your true love will come"
~ John Denver ~
sometimes it feels it is as if I was not here until a few years ago and all I've known is hardship and poverty and trauma and betrayal and a barren existence... but somewhere in the back on my memory are vague and dusty thoughts of living in the lap of luxury with love and trust and creative inspiration all around me... now feels like a twilight zone... not one of of the good ones...
but I believe most bad trips come from repression or living unfulfilled lives... and as long as I am not sharing in physical space, life is not as I want it to be... so I risk forgetting myself and sliding into repression and deeper traps... so I guess it's time to take looking around more seriously... maybe the solitary writing and physical vegetative period over?... makes sense...
still... I want to catch up in my gardens and bring these pages up to date... so focus and work on more pages... there must be something to all this babbling I do since I am about as obsessed with continuing to do it as much as anything other than true love and family in this life...
it's about sharing... to share there must be something to share... to share self, I must create self... and that's what these word are all about... as much as I would love to save the universe and create a euphoric garden for all beings everywhere, the best I can truly do is create the best me I can create and express myself as well as I can so I have something ready to be shared...
me
this me in words longs for another to share words as I do... and this me writing these words in physical space relatively represented by all these words longs for another to share everything as I do... so I dream...
so I continue J
