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| I like to read between the gaps, the line that separates, |
It's soothing to know that the blank clean nothingness that cradle the phrases together doesn't represent a void or a mere intermission for a trail of thought going from one idea to another,
Sometimes it's the main essence of what the whole impression is all about...
Do not consider what the pen can write, what words can express or what point can be established because it's beyond that, Do not limit it to what is comprehendible at the moment...
It's about what "cannot be" but "can be" in the hearts deepest regret (isn't it!?!)...
It doesn't mean that if it's unobserved, its non existent or If it's not tangible, it's not comprehendible.
Know what the bluntness of each void represents, the boldness of a much deeper meaning that words and ideas by it's own cannot express.... The Heart....
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| Do not consider what the pen can write, what words can express |
Maybe a grand litany of angst or a random lottery of meaningless tragedy...
Whatever it may pertain to, most of the time, there is no absolute desire of reflection
For we choose to keep it in silence...
But it's there... inside....
Maybe eating us alive, consuming our desires and incinerating our innocence!...
So we shut it to a clean blank state...
How come the silence of a child's sorrow is a danger to the heart?...
Because it's innate, "We don't settle scores, we harbor them!"
It's a perverted way in dealing with the lies from the hive mind that seeks to deceive.
It's seems meaningless just as a blank slate, but it's not there for nothing.
It has everything to do with what we have or what we are right now and it serves it's purpose
Do not neglect the gaps and the line that seperates, it's there to be deciphered...
"What is your heart screaming silently about"
Internal Monologue By: Fretch
August 16, 2010
4:39 am
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