Old words found in an old place, salvaged for memorie's sake....
Tuition is the price paid for intuition and emotions felt alone are emotions gutted and floundering. Equal essences residing in the middle of a road not taken. Lonliness is a price defined by awkward awakenings. Missing inaction slices tender flesh from solid bone laying bare unparalled equations that don't add up. Silent invitations beseeching underlying distances that create havoc on a bleeding heart. Too many words and not enough ears...tumbling into the sea of AntigoneRising...turn the inner eye inside out and see what is inside. There are not enough conclusions in the course of one day followed by the mundane and the banal...books left unread, parched and hopeful....their words lay barren, bereft and befuddled. Cacophane of confusion and grace, lacking in faith and myth, there is no pure truth....supposition and secrets...the knife edge of life lived on the razor sharp edge of denials defined by tragedy and conflict...Is there really such a thing as privacy anyway?
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