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tsumik(If your still reading this I haven't forgotten. I just need some more time to write back)
Sometimes livejournal just gets me down. It's like never around when I have one of those swifty thoughts to jot down but yet it seems like I have all the time in the world when things are shifted and not right. But I guess that what a journal needs to be right? A place to leave your troubles. Like a little offering to ...well whomever that's willing to collect them and help make things right in the world. I just think about all the emotions one can feel and think just how beautiful diverse the human spirit can be. I was told I have a beautiful mind. In a way it seems like something very strange to say to someone. Cause don't we all have the same capacity to be the same person? And I think that can be both ways. Love and hate. I've done some things in my life that I'm not proud of. But as I think how the rest of my life I'll have to bare them on my heart I think about all the other things there. It's sort of an amazing view when you stop and look back into yourself. All the people you've touched, all the people you've hurt, and all the memories you can collect. I can't imagine the amount of a view one would have at 70 or even 80 at that matter. All that life to look back on. I wish though you could leave only beautiful things behind. Cause I wonder how long ago that I realized just how very human I can be. Balance the ultimate equalizer. When you sit on the cusp of insanity you realize just how very far you can see. That view. That very balanced view. One part beauty, and one part evil darkness. So I have to leave one more tear. One more whisper to say I'm sorry. One more moment to remind myself without guns, knifes, or bombs... that I possess the most painful and damaging weapons inside myself.
Sometimes livejournal just gets me down. It's like never around when I have one of those swifty thoughts to jot down but yet it seems like I have all the time in the world when things are shifted and not right. But I guess that what a journal needs to be right? A place to leave your troubles. Like a little offering to ...well whomever that's willing to collect them and help make things right in the world. I just think about all the emotions one can feel and think just how beautiful diverse the human spirit can be. I was told I have a beautiful mind. In a way it seems like something very strange to say to someone. Cause don't we all have the same capacity to be the same person? And I think that can be both ways. Love and hate. I've done some things in my life that I'm not proud of. But as I think how the rest of my life I'll have to bare them on my heart I think about all the other things there. It's sort of an amazing view when you stop and look back into yourself. All the people you've touched, all the people you've hurt, and all the memories you can collect. I can't imagine the amount of a view one would have at 70 or even 80 at that matter. All that life to look back on. I wish though you could leave only beautiful things behind. Cause I wonder how long ago that I realized just how very human I can be. Balance the ultimate equalizer. When you sit on the cusp of insanity you realize just how very far you can see. That view. That very balanced view. One part beauty, and one part evil darkness. So I have to leave one more tear. One more whisper to say I'm sorry. One more moment to remind myself without guns, knifes, or bombs... that I possess the most painful and damaging weapons inside myself.
