Friday, February 10, 2012

Automatic Writing 2/7/2012

How hard it's got to be to understand what was meant to be not understood. 
How awful to find out what's not meant to be found.
And how truly sorrowful to believe in what's not truth.
For one and for all, my confession's not one of honesty, but of guilt and necessity.
However hard it may be to revel in all good, I'll find a way to become heavy-hearted.
Without a trace, the wind's tides have brought in a new air, a way of seeing through dust, storm coulds, and mud.  Seeing from a place where eyes are made of love.
Seeing from a place now known as me.
Within the ambitions of hurt and release, my soul's too busy with alchemy to notice rudeness or aloof situations.
Sad no lolnger.  Reveling in harmony and love.

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