for everything, except my everlasting soul.
& she recited the same prayers every night for as long as she could remember until her prayers wrapped around the objects in her room thus making everything in the room holy. she loved it here & wanted nothing other than to be alone in the comfort of her bed writing things no one ever read. profound things that could alter the very rotation of the earth itself. but no one ever read anything she wrote. & she wrote profoundly. hypotheses about hypocrites & theories about truth. allegories to explain the word "hallelujah". it made no difference. she understood her greatness & there was nothing to question. maybe she'd die like all the other greats before she gained the recognition she so desperately prayed for. maybe. but no one ever read anything she wrote. & no one ever would.
"there is no hope for me," she thought "and no hope in a society that fears change".
she picked up where the others lacked, to say the least. she was intelligent beyond repair and completely unaware. but it was far too late in the evening for her to even believe in the idea of a hope. a fire ensued. she burned all her words in self-doubt that same night.
no victories yet no vice, either.
September 17, 2008
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It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.
- Abraham Lincoln
Let your light shine.
Whatever is brought to the light, becomes light.
I have a very strong feeling that you are condemning some your behaviour as being vices, when they are actually virtues.
Be yourself. If you don't, you are robbing the world of one His special gifts to this world which desperately needs your message of change, progression and inner beauty being manifest on the outside.
It is not just your message that is so important.
YOU are important.
thank you. that really, really, really means a lot to me (:
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