oh wow :-)! Wish there are more like him\her!
i will tell you a story about the wall I made.....I, have built this wallto surround meconfine meand protect me.For I know no one is patient enoughto be willing to climb this highthey know what is on the other sideit is me.These bricks are heavy,They sap my soul.With the sorrow deep in my heartbut it is all worth my effort, to go on raising the wallnothing can touch me herenothing at all.I don't miss the outside worldI don't miss the cold,the warmth,the hatred,the love.the betrayal,The cherry blossoms weep When they see my, Lair.Like a dungeonI have retreated deep inside here there is no Pain.Gain.Shame.Fame.I think I’m just a wee bit insane.The last vestige of my sanityis the mortar which is keeping me here.I don't miss anything.Cause I’m nothing to anybodyWhen I’m in here.My refuge from pain, love & all this insanity
Is this your postcard, Zofo?
unique, necessary, what we need to hear...the card in the post i mean
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me.
May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.