...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

"lost in the sky 
clouds roll by and I roll with them
arrows fly
seas increase and then fall again

this world is spinning around me
this world is spinning without me
every day sends future to past
 every breath leaves one less to my last"


~ Dream Theatre ~






I may be dropping out of here for a while... like it matters, huh?... when I'm not in the car, I'm on a couch and finding a phone and space to sit with the computer connected is becoming more challenging... so much for the written gardens... so much for communications... so much for dreams...

but then it won't be the first time... when I don't find sharing (or interest) the rivers of creativity and hope dry up a bit... add the complication of lack of space and connection and electricity and rest and healthy stuff and so on and the motivation and interest to overcome the obstacles and continue writing and uploading pages dries up even more... like a silent black hole...

  maybe you remember... or know... or understand...
  someday my princess will come...

the purest heart
in all innocence
is not enough
without desire
and all desire
pure addiction
is not enough
to inspire

we need the right food to grow
we need the right love to know
we need the right one to show us which way to go
as the land tells a river where to flow

we need the right star to shine
we need the right yours and mine
we need the right grand design in another's eyes
as it takes a universe to compose the skies

we need someone to love the things we love
we need someone to need the things we need
we need someone to share the things our heart dreams of
we need someone who chooses to believe
in everything we believe

and so it goes... the search goes on... I've come close a few times onlu to find too many of the essential dreams unfulfilled... and even without time or space or anyone or anything... even in the vacuum of nothingness, I still remember... as long as a heart beats, a heart beats memories...



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