Monday, February 20, 2012

Here

Sweet sorrows and thoughts of quiet despiration,
acts of kindness, ease until the morrows

these are what fill my life with meaning,
these are what keep me strong and true

I will one day disapear into a forest,
isolate my time for myself

only to reapear a new philosopher
bearing books I write as help

I AM HERE.

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