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EMPTY, BUT FOR A VOICE
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JOURNAL # 37
its Christmas Day
and I've never felt more alone
the chasm is too broad to cross
besides I don't even have the will
left in me really
to want to cross it
my love is no where near
and my once love prior
is feet from me physically
yet light years from me
spiritually
a crazy place I find myself in
I'm likely looking for the answers in
the wrong places
lost to the beauty that just is
all I can experience is the
emptiness
but for that tiny insistent voice
that keeps chanting
hold on
love is not an illusion
its everything
worth having........................
(Dec. 25, 2009 532pm)
