Friday, July 8, 2005


Glaring lights, spirit herd curses, frustration overpowering all of the senses. Fear is the result of an unspoken language. A language simple enough, but not an option in one life. Rejection crosses the mind and hides in the conscious thoughts of this mortal. The open mind is blocked at all exits by the hope of acceptance in this walk of the now. Why... is the prodding question, the question unspoken. Your thoughts are hidden behind the red of my actions. My actions are minimized by the red of your thoughts. Compromise is a talk of the weak. Both are strong and as a result truce is a laugh to think...

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