#13.

sometimes when i am down, i sit outside and i feel the warmth of the sun above me, as if it is attempting to comfort me. the wind whispers puzzles in my ear, and i feel peaceful because at least, i know the sun will always shine; the wind will always blow. both are constants in changing times, proven by the precision of science and interpreted by the uncertainty of mankind.



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#12.

it takes but an ounce of strength to sequence words together as knives, pining straight for the direction of your Heart. how difficult it is, to keep them entrapped, forever buried in the rooms of mine; showing grace and elegance in face of temptation. to win is to deny, and to deny is too hard. thus, persevere, i shall, hiding behind a false veil of brightness. "everything is okay."



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#11.

let's say goodbye. because it's for our benefit; you clearly don't need me, nor i do you. please spare my Heart and let's put an end to this relentless charade, so: farewell, dear friend, farewell.


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#10.

little imperfections, i am: spelling errors, awkward adjectives, and the wrong placement of commas and colons. others may sneer but me, i smile. because it is no one but i, who understands and appreciates the beauty in the sequencing of my words.

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#9.

childhood flits and flutters around me. every day, it touches my senses with the gentlest of caresses, tickling the surface of my Heart with yearning and joy. it reminds me of simpler times where it was just enough to wake up to sunshine and clear blue skies; a breath of refreshment. how hard i try to retain dear old childhood but, it is air—impossible to obtain but is present always: a wrinkle in time.

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#8.

dear you,

i do not know who you are, but i have faith that you exist. i like to believe that out there, in the big vast world, you are there also; thinking of me. these silly thoughts i am spurning are curious letters my Heart is penning to an unknown address. please find me.

love, me.

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#7.

i wish that in your dark world of corruption and greed, there is a light that shines true. i hope that through all the pain and slander you've endured, there are people who will stand by your side, for now and for always. and i thank you: for it is you--the translator who understands, truly and deeply, the universal language of the world and allowed it flow through the veins of millions. in death, you shall find glory. as you rest, your image will be impressed upon this generation, never to cease.

R.I.P.

(August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009)

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