gently weeping on my guitar
[info]awakenthenseek
This spruce is cold, cutting my face in two.  My eyes see past the lies, past the hell you've made.  What does it need to be for it to be right?  Stay or fight don't turn off the light.  Cursing in the dark, let me get past you once.  This pile of masterfuly created instrument carries me like wings into the night.  You never lied, you never stopped.  This love flows not bounded by man.
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Alone is fine
[info]awakenthenseek
What does being alone really mean?  We can look at it as having no one around to share our ideas and thoughts with, or it could mean that we are within ourselves and are one with ourself.  Both fit the definition well, but I've got to go with the latter of the two.  If I'm going to be without that "special someone" then I must go within myself to fill that void.  But is that possible?  Can we truly live life without having someone there to share it with?  The only way to find out is by experience.  It's an experience that I'm going to undertake and without expectations, I don't know where it will take me.  I don't know what I'll do or who I'll meet or where I'll go.  That is fine.  Alone is fine.  The time is now.
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