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November 19, 2010
Found these amongst some old stuff, posting for posterity:
February 2008 “Drift”
From nothing, we built this illusion.
It holds up little, but keeps us moving just the same.
Every day becomes practice in futility,
these results just aren’t what we hoped for.
We do what we want,
but we do not get what we desire.
Sometimes what you want,
Is just what you need.
January 2009 “Reflections”
A time when things were simple. A time when things were easy.
Things are still easy, but simplicity has faded.
Ease becomes a strain, difficulty changes form.
Everything once so warm, turns blue around the edges;
turns cold with time.
You said your body was young but your mind was old.
Words known for years,
meaning known only now.
Some day in the future,
I will protect, I will hide from their eyes the truth,
I will pretend all is warm again.
I will pretend there are no rough edges,
no sharp traps, no hidden messages.
I will watch the lie fade again.
Until then:
Sit in silence,
listen to the echoes;
Search for the lost sun.
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