Can a mere man be so weak in his very heart that everyone of life’s spontaneous challenges can in itself portray a life and death struggle to his own solitude and sanctuary. For its not life’s unpredictable challenges that give us so much hate and confusion in our life, but it comes from what is stored behind locked doors of every persons dark mind. For this is our golden temple such like Atlantis. For we create an utopia and yet we destroy it at the same time that we cherish it. For every life also holds in time an unknown end. Our hopes of a better life for us, our spouses and the children that we have bared and reared with our wisdom. Cause the children of today are the leaders and thinkers of tomorrow and for the millenniums that come and go. We ourselves become lost or forgotten, unless we become memories that may be inscribed down on the tablets of time, or on walls of stone, or the books of yester years. To be read and our stories to be told to the next generation that stands in line to hear them.
Passion has filled my mind with words once more. A passion that I have not felt in sometime. World has been so rude I hid. Within the doors of mind refusing to put words on paper. Yet a gorgous flower has sparked my writing. To say yes there in this darkend world does love a sincere have a place. For we sometimes forget it is his under the mean and frugal worlds temptations. Even VR has gotten me back. For its been sometime since I have been on here. But the passion brings me back to the friends on here. Thanks. You know who you are.
Broke down at work. Another long night. Thoughts seem to be aloft. For fantasy and imagination takes my mind off life's troubles these days. The absence of love or feeling not given is just life in all it's drama. For life needs to slow back down and let me catch my breath before I can no longer hold on to the grasp that may be holding me from the cliff I am on.
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xxEmaeraldxx
20:04 Jun 18 2012
Very thoughtful.. a man of substance it seems :)