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By darwin Date: 2004 Oct 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.20.14.27.11937]] |
| i write to heal my soul today. in hopes that somewhere in these lines will lie a greater peace then what i know of. that somewhere in this darkness, that every life finds during their time, that there will be that twinkling pearl of hope. and death does bring that. that questioning of the meaning. that ill fated desperate meaning that we often strive for through our daily hours and toils. that we hope exists when we kiss our husbands and lovers goodbye. i wonder about the great benevolent creater. i wonder what his plans are and why our souls have to be framed by sadness and loss. i wonder why in our hearts they must break because something we loved was taken from us too soon. but that is an understanding i have yet to attain. an understanding that doesn't exist, because i haven't reached that plateau today. i haven't climbed the mountain, or waded across that river, and i'm not jonah in the belly of the whale. my eyes are swollen from the tears, and my body is going unbathed. and all i can think of is yesterday. i don't think my soul has healed. |