Very Short Thought
Wed Aug 25 2004


Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same...

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(I was going to write a lot here - in memory of the friend I've lost, but found that I cannot find the words to convey...Sometimes thoughts could be on the brink of feelings that words could never describe...I'm having a deep thinking in Their memory instead)

2 Comments
  • From:
    Labyrinth (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Aug 26 2004
    that is a fave quote of mine too. i had that for a long time in my yahoo profile. :)

    Orient:)
  • From:
    Teaeyegger (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Aug 26 2004
    So very true... it is often then that another steps in and takes us by the hand...

    A club of fans… witch they use to beat me… nice ambiguity I think… there fore I will use it to my advantage and the porpoise of it was to find a bit a humor is all for lessons learned the best are those that speak a laugh… I often remind people of other people who remind me of other people but that is just a way of saying we have known one another before… and I believe that is possible for I believe in the fragmented nature of life times… of reconnecting to those we have known… kindred souls or mated souls so to speak… I will leave the credit for the song to the singer… it is sooo good though… where you born and asshole or have you worked at it all your life… either way it has worked out fine because you’re an asshole tonight… just sort of works some times… never worry about long replies you can use the e-mail you know… but I have been known to reply in kind… and then it sort of gets personal… easier to just let it all hang out on the journal so to speak… and this particular style plays for me… it plays me and I play at getting better at being part for the best part is being a part of some thing… a peace in the puzzle that is chaos to others and comfort to me… Oh the waves of participants wandering past in the night… some stay for a moment others a fleeting second or two… a few for an hour and still fewer for a life time… but those that have stayed the course and been part of the tapestry of my life have left an impression… The day is but a canvas to be added to the mosaic of me… and you inspire me to take up the pen and find myself some paper and the let the inks flow… for the muse stirs inside me… and she is relentless in her pursuit of the perfect word… the perfect color… the perfect dream and the perfect moment… and I love her so that it does not seem like hours pass or days or even years… it is as she is still with me… for in a way she is… and will always be… so if my words make you think… or inspire you to write volumes… feel free to write them… for within that will be a massage for my mind… besides when one is inspired to write they are in essence teaching who they are writing to some thing… they need to know more about… and the words play me and I play them back until the music in me comes into perfect harmony with the music without…

    Remember the music of their heart plays within yours... it is part of hue now...