Being empty inside
Left her searching for something to fill her up
Anything she tried to stick in ran right back out
Her only word she used to describe it was…
Being empty inside
Left her searching for something to fill her up
Anything she tried to stick in ran right back out
Her only word she used to describe it was…
Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Microscopic particle inhibitor instillation
Allows me to sally forth into the wilds
Searching for consumables
Knowing there will never be toilet paper again
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Lincoln believed he was very confident in who he was, but still had this aching desire to be called pretty by someone. Hell, anyone. He was called many things, but never that magical word.
Finally, after a long time of searching everywhere, he finally heard the words, “You are pretty, Lincoln.” It put such a huge smile on his face.
He wished he could have hugged the man in the mirror who said it, but instead he wrapped his arms around himself. It might not be much, but it was a start.
He had to be the first to believe.
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Four years ago Sable set out to find herself
Outside of her job, she had nothing holding her back
Undertaking this journey met getting rid of everything
Now she is a digital nomad roaming, writing, and ever searching
Don’t know if her quest will ever be successful, but the journey is amazing
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Too many times he had gone back to the pump
He was doing it again even now
It wasn’t going to change anything. The water wouldn’t be there
Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously
Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge
They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink
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Searching for you has become a quest
Lusting for your gentle touch
Every night I ponder where you have gone
Every day I realize how much I am diminished without you
Please come back. I need you in my life
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Climbing back out of the hole
Up along the slope of the mountain
Searching deep for the energy to continue
Pushing onward towards the peak
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We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
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