A Journal of Sorts
"now on the street tonight the lights grow dim the walls of my room are closing in there's a war outside still raging you say it ain't ours anymore to win I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed with a wide open country in my eyes and these romantic dreams in my head" ~ Bruce Sprinsteen ~ just catching up on some mail (what depths?) and in spite of discomforts and distractions (erp), I continue writing letters to strangers in the various (you oughta know) online groups I wander and sometimes ponder through... always hoping for a response J but hope I hope and hope in vain sometimes I must think I'm insane to believe someone will appear to share the life I'm writing here and return everything I give the love and life I long to live and every breath and every touch do I really want and give too much?... and time goes by and no one knows experience that never shows who I am and all I feel and what I do and what is real the magic that my eyes can see the energy inside of me and all the passion I can give and all the life I want to live no one knows what no one shares sometimes it feels like no one cares outside of me and my desires and wonder what my life inspires and wonder what does it all mean to not share all my eyes have seen to not share all my heart can feel will anything ever be real? alas my solitary rhyme provides little solace time to beg to wish to hope to plea that someone will come to me to hear to share to care to see to understand all we can be if we share all we can feel the moments of life become real and time goes by and no one knows experience that never shows no one knows what no one shares sometimes it feels like no one cares I wonder is anyone there |
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