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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Wednesday, January 23, 2002
Love
sight?
feeling?
desire?
protection?
security?
effort?
fleeting?
true?
one?
many?
jaded. confused. angry. sad.
ideals are shattered crystal.
i can't put it back together.
they hurt.
ideal or not, it hurts. deep.
Jesus?
Sex?
Patience?
Envy?
Gentle?
Passionate?
Action?
Emotion?
Wisdom?
Folly?
i can't put it together.
romantic, sometimes.
hopeless, sometimes.
certain, never.
11:56 PM
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