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Sometimes I dream of myself sitting in a white room, with equally white noise.
The kind of room with no doors, no windows. The kind of sound that is constant but barely noticeable. It's a place of obscurity where no comfort can save you. If I could hear my own exhalation for all eterity, until I collaspe into nothing, this would be it. It would be this room. It would be this noise. The cutting shards of gray The abyss of not knowing. |
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sometimes we need to not know-the answers will come
welcome and thanks for posting |
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Very true, need to work on my patience, never been my forte. =)
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Very true, need to work on my patience, never been my forte. =) I'll admit, not mine either...but it seems to get better the older I get |
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"patience, never been my forte" Welcome to my world.....sigh.... nice piece...Im reminded of the movie "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden"..... |
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"patience, never been my forte" Welcome to my world.....sigh.... nice piece...Im reminded of the movie "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden"..... I can see where you made the mental patient connection. Im sane though I promise ... -twitch--twitch- -crazy eyes- Whoa.. hate when that happens. |
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