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There Is A Difference
There is a difference between Hopelessness and Despair.
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I Have Not Once Dreamt
In all these dreams– The countless nights of These fifteen years– I have not once dreamt of you. That must say more about my heart Than the sum of all my deliberate thoughts. Change me, I pray, To long for … Continue reading
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A Simpler Man
In the midst of all this confusion there is in me a small hope that its resolution will leave me a simpler man than I have ever been. But it is yet hard to believe it could be so.
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Do Steals Time
Do steals time from be and life is not so good. Be calms do and leaves him fulfilled.
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Peace Came Home
Peace came home today. Life is horrible without him. Should he go away again, I hope he will not stay gone so long. ———————————- Note: This was written during an extended time of depression, during which I struggled often … Continue reading
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Just So
I love language. I love words just so because, I think, there is such a thing as just so.
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Truth is a One-Liner
Truth is a one-liner. —————————– Note: This axiom has stayed with me ever since I first hypothesized it, and has proved itself over and over. Whenever someone’s explanation of something is complicated, there’s a really good chance that their explanation … Continue reading
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To Love You
To love you is To love me —————————– Note: I don’t remember who I wrote this for or about, but it was almost certainly open the occasion of observing that it does me good to love.
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For My Soul to Sit Here
I had to make myself sit here today– And now–oddly enough– I have to make myself leave. This was good for me– I learned some things. I am proud of me. It is good for my soul to sit here … Continue reading
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