onebrokensoul
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personal messageAs I had studied much of my life from the shadows of time, I realized that we’re always looking for the perfect us… in our quest to dis-involve ourselves from the ugliness of our lives. But some things, thoughts and beliefs never seemed to let go of us. All these things become passages, notes, memos, quips and volumes of our lives… spilled over in an hourglass… as we watch our time slowly tick away. We stand there in the middle of our lives, not always helpless, but always apprehensive of what is to come next! In our beginnings, our poetries of life are always introverted hatred of the world around us as well and ourselves, as we lacked the pen-full skills and lifetime experiences to express ourselves of those things which may relieve such inward callousness, heartbreak and shame. My personal quest for the perfection of my life had become perpetual with me… as I have thought over my everyday life, my month to month existence, and my later years to come. As in the winter of my first dis-enchantment of life, as I stood in a line of disillusionment, a profound thought of love crept upon me, and a lone piece of paper blew to my feet. Upon this satin white sheet I would write my emancipation from who I had become. I wrote every passage that highlighted my days; and as time went on, I would start to write of my lone nights… and then I learned to write about me. And somewhere in this tiny ideal I began to write of my love and hate of the world. I've learned that in order for us to grow beyond that which no longer aid another in our lives and this world, we must let go of... so that the new may find a new birth in ourselves. There's nothing wrong with being wrong in life, unles you lay down in that wrong and do nothing to improve yourself. So here I am.... back from the grave... and hopefully, a better man than when I was laid there by time.....
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