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the words of a blank mind will always have a blank meaning
the words of a troubled mid will either inspire, or destroy
the words of a content mind will be few and to the point
the words of an angry mind will be plentyfull, and colourfull
the words of a broken heart....
.
.
.
.
are broken



What are your words?
are you telling what you feel?
are your words feeling hollow because you hide what drives them
are you protecting other, or yourself?

is it pride?
or control?
or love?
or
the fear....
.
.
of something as small as a tear


do you fear what may happen if you let the emotions run through your viens like a fire coarsing through dry paper, dry from the lack of tears of late... dry from the ink that hasn't graced it's surface in almost an age of isolation.

do you fear not being able to stop the run of bulls that would be unleashed if you just screamed at the world for what has been done to you? a scream that would echo through time, whisper through minds and thunder through hearts.

do you fear to allow that love you have chased for so long finally into your itty bitty black little heart? the love you now have with you almost always.. at your side, in your dreams....

or is it simply you have nothing left to fall
are your eyes dry because the reservoir has long since been emptied
have you nothing left to feel
are you to solid? too callous..
.
.
.
.
to cold

let me warm you.

i love you,

your words are always

always what a want to hear

always what i need

always true

always you



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On Saturday August 4th, 2007, sIo (884) writes:
ah, it's this feeling i got from reading that i cried over last night. it's this reason i adore the fact that you're the first post i want to read on that occasional lucky morning.


On Saturday August 4th, 2007, sIo (884) writes:
i don't believe it is always the art, the artist, or the muse it's self, i believe it is the movement-the shift that echoes louder than it's reach because the monumental stretch to new feeling was at long last rested enough


On Sunday August 5th, 2007, serotonin lost (232) writes:
i think thats one of the nicest comments i have ever had


On Saturday August 4th, 2007, Bridge (340) writes:
i like this..i've often wondered the same about someone..well..mostly recently...but i think i'll get a chance to maybe find a way to open the gates.


On Saturday August 4th, 2007, Dysphoria (172) writes:
this means a lot to me...nicely written.


On Saturday August 4th, 2007, Aunty Depressant (687) writes:
"always what a want to hear"...reads funny...assuming you meant 'I'. I rather liked the midsection on fears, self-censorship.


On Saturday August 4th, 2007, serotonin lost (232) writes:
i did mean i..... i think to fast for my fingers



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