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Bring on the pain, bring on the hurt

Question will follow ahead of answers and the trail leaves the painful throb between the eyes into the nose. Streams taste salty as the face burns aside with angst and sheer failure. Of facing the blank wall and reading nothing between the two white lines which represent so many things on so many levels.

History and the past, relations of which hold each others hand and look forward into the abyss of an unknown known to be there and yet, no longer there to be known. Spaces fill out the void as the nothingness encompasses and runs a marathon where there is no finish line but determination.

Memory fades quick and the only recourse for correction, for salvation, is knowing the deep, boring within and holding on to the most and the much as the fingers, bone white from stress, will allow and are capable. And there is always more to be had, to be held, and always more to be there for.

Always more, looking inward for the slice of reality as it washes away to a black made transparent. All in effort and knowing what to know over that which needs only a passing glimpse.

Priorities, dear fellow. Priorities in love.

Soon Van - Wednesday, April 18, 2007 - 22:21

 
 
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