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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Dear Self

Tired but fighting my sleep.  Obsessive words of wonder I write...and write.  Not knowing, not being. Who am I? Why do I search for words to write? So many states of mind that need rest.  Transferred by external stimuli  and inner indulgence.  Awake only to want to sleep again.  Dream of the wants that I do not have.  Discovering a self no longer so confused... maybe more complete.  More familiar with my patters of defeat and defense.  Waiting for each teacher in disguise as a friend or perhaps a stranger.  Listen to the angels when they speak.  Fly through the clouds of reason and faith... catch fate

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