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It is
that time of year again. When my thoughts and soul wanders to days
past; falling leaves; cool brisk nights and young love long lost.
I find myself in a place that does not fit. With
a life that seems disjointed; out of pace. Where sex replaces words
which would comfort, and wit
drowns out compassion.
I now know the things in life that I want, as they
have become unattainable.
So I turn to much
more simpler thoughts. I
try to reach the untouchable needs in my heart through simple daily
joys, however few
that
they may be. |