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Friday, January 25, 2008
Faint Pain of Paint. "We fear separation in love; Be it a break up or death." - Ms XXX It's scary to not be able to know what another is thinking. And worse when it plays on your mind. Friday, January 18, 2008
Animalistic. No questions. No Answers. Pure happiness. In simplicity we find virtue. Thursday, January 10, 2008
Inferno. As thoughts came to his mind, emotions were entwined. His breathing deepened as he soon felt himself being suffocated. The question was - what or who was suffocating him? Was it an emotion or a person? He didn't know. His breaths quickened as he tried to find his elusive answer. This suffocation was psychological and no where physical, but why did it feel so real? Reality had a cruel way of playing tricks on man and his heart. It was logic and circumstance that had led him to this ungodly path of one-sided romance. Romancing with the she-devil? Probably. But it was he who willingly chose to sell his soul to her, no coercing or obligations. He chose and so he alone should suffer. Maybe. And so he stood alone in his empty room where nothing but pain and rejection resided. Ensnared and entrapped in his self made cell he slowly but surely watched her vanish into the abyss of darkness where she would again unknowingly entice and charm her unsuspecting victims into companionship. Reality has a painful way of presenting itself to the fallen. Definitely. Tales of A Confession. Happiness is not the absence of sadness; It is the presence of God God made man in his image; Man makes God in his Why Catholicism? I was born a Catholic and never found anything better |
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