Monday, January 18, 2010

"I have come curiously close to the end, down beneath my self indulgent pitiful hole. Defeated, I concede and move closer. I may find comfort here. I may find peace within the emptiness - how pitiful. And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping; the moon tells me a secret - my confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and a million light reflections pass over me. It's source is bright and endless, she resuscitates the hopeless. Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting."

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