It seems to force things into their place,
Like the ocean wave
Lately I have been feeling That
Each day I am thrust into a black hole.
This hole is me. And
Each day, as I find out more and more about myself
I dig this hole a little wider.
One day I hope to have a window.
The winds, today I ask them to please
Send me on my way.
Or at least cleanse my soul.
Bless this life.
Bless this day.
Bless this love.








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Hope incubates in the warm loam of every armpit. --Tom Wolfe
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Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
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Hope incubates in the warm loam of every armpit. --Tom Wolfe
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