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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