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| Current music: | R Kelly: I believe i can fly |
As i close my term here, a sadness comes upon me, and i think in my heart: How shall I go in peace ? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this room. Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these grasses, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands. Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with passion and guilt.
Yet I cannot tarry longer. The tomorrow that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark. For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould. Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall l? A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.
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2004-09-29 02:04
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Suddenly got worried for You. Is it a suicide note what I am reading. First couple of line gave me that impression.
Slowly read the whole bolg. Reached the end. Saw your ‘current mood’.my understanding of literature/language is very bad ? na? after reading that ‘suicide note’ part u r laughing at me.
Whatever the reason be, LAUGH.
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