Dead.
Dead.Inside.My damaged heart still pumpsCold, dark blood through my veins.I sleep.Yet I do not wake.Even though my eyes …
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I wrote this letter, but I haven't sent it yet. I'm not sure if I will ever get the courage to send it. But at least here I can confide in all of you, and at the least be heard. Much love for you my friends.
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To the one with whom I have shared so much;
Have you ever heard Chopin’s Andante Spianato? The way the piano weaves its tune, while the left hand rejoices, the right hand weeps. It is beauty defined for the ears and played by the heart. A man who loved so deeply he caressed each key as though balancing a tear on his finger, or a bubble blown by a child into the air. To think a song can progress a gauntlet of emotion, while a frightened tongue lay dormant the words my mind and heart need to hear, to know what words your tongue may shed. To tell if within your lips rests a velvet sponge that soaks in truth and honesty, or if in fact it shapes itself to that of the forked tongues that have bled into my ears so many thoughts of you. Shall I allow my heart to rejoice as my mind weeps? Or shall I caress my skeleton and face the darkness? Sacrifice is sometimes laid out for yourself, to yourself. To sacrifice happiness for truth is to unshield your eyes for sake of… words elude me at present, for I see no reason at all to wane my world, but I feel the longer I have your beast’s shadow ever looming, I will never feel the sun. And so I ask of you not change, but only strength. Strength to walk away if forked tongue’s whisper secrets that ring honest of actions past, or strength to stand before me, naked in vindication, and turn your back to the shadows of the beasts I already have stepped away from. Tell me, will my song end in joyous refrain as Chopin’s does? Or should I instead find a new score…
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craetively divine....
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your words soar and sing and dance and cry -- do not look to another for answers -- you have the power to decide
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That was so beautiful honey...
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