Monday, July 02, 2007
how is one to live a morale and compassionate existence ;
when one is fully aware of the blood.the horror inherent of life.
when one finds darkness not in one's culture ;
but in one's self ?if there is a stage which an individual life becomes truly adult ;
it must be ones grasp with the irony ;
in its unfolding and accepts responsibility ;for one life lived in such paradox.one must live in the midst of contradiction ,
because if all contradiction was eliminated at once ;
life would collapse.
there are simply no answers to some pressing questions.you continue to live them out ;
making your life a worthy expression leaning into the light.=
kill me ;
maul me.
just remember to take your image away.i can still see ;feel your skin against mine.don't.kaaye\.- when part of me died.when i let you down.
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