2001 HEARTBEATS
"the smartest people in the world had gathered in Lost Angeles the analyze our love affair and possibly unscramble us and we sat among our photographs examined every one and in the end we compromised and met the morning sun maybe I think too much" ~ Paul Simon ~ and in the end the time I did not devote to my heart is the time that may be most wasted of all and it took more than a hundred human days to return for this moment to lament and think and risk feeling whatever there is to feel in the void... and only I will know, for no one was here to witness this recording or all that was not recorded (99.999999% of the hundred days and that's the tip of the, whatever, life... and that's just what we might know)... but no one was there at the first... the isolation of December may never been shared in this life, no matter how many ways I try, even if someone actually appeared to share who could... ah, victim of the dreams.... but who dares touch the ultimate vulnerability (who ever did) (if you came from the journal) 
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