2004-08-23 - 7:22 p.m.
Bliss of Solitude
Sometimes I turn inward. When this happens you will not reach me. I can listen to music and go to work. But I am in my mind,and I am not with you. I am with him. He is the best and worst of my soul. He is my lust and my greed. My quiet. I am uncovered here. I allow my heart to roam. There is a rhythm to silence. It is sweet and deep. When you slide into the warm blackness, you don�t know when you will surface or how far down you will sink. That is the sorrow and the joy. There are complexities to silence, even when you aren�t alone.
11 - Will the three people that actually read this please say something
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