2001 HEARTBEATS
"dark rivers are flowing back into the past you are the fish for which I cast and what of the future, what is to be as the rivers flow into the sea and I try to get through to you, in my own special way as the barriers crumble at the end of the day" ~ Holocaust ~ if there was only time and space into which I could dive and be I might make more sense and express myself so somebody could know me until then, I ramble on here haphazardly hoping that somebody might find their way through the maze of words into the depths that I barely have moments to touch upon, no less explore well enough to adequately express... and yet, perhaps the process I have learned over the years, this writing life, somehow expresses much more than I consciously will myself to realize and these written gardens are truly more representative of more of me than I presently see (or process, to be a bit more precise, I think)... there's always hope J on the other hand, the game is afoot and we are but mere players, so who are we to claim to know what is real and what is fantasy in a life where everything is illusion?... go ahead, make sense of it all... I dare you J yeah, I'm still looking for you... as if you didn't know J and when the barriers crumble if you don't hear giggles you are in the wrong place 
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