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resting

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trace memories of present emotions filling my thoughts with emptiness. Been blinded by my quest for enlightenment on this journey of self-discovery. I push on even though I’m having trouble walking a mile in my own shoes. So I use paper and pen to pull me through these mirages of happiness, to try and find drops of water to help sustain my sanity. My foundation is cracking and crumbling due to the weight of my soul leaning on my heart. I have to start supporting my-self with the strength that I’ve found to be too weak to rely on. I lack the fuel to move on. I’m stranded in the dessert of my mind, trying to find the peace that I show people that I have, yet I know nothing of peace, nor do I have any idea as to how to attain it or what to do if I find it. I’m not lost, I just don’t know where I am in my life. I can see the path, but I have yet to feel it’s security beneath my feet. Unsure of my footing, I dig into this void to anchor my emotions to this ever-changing landscape, only to find myself longing to move on and still unable to choose a direction. Trying to forge a path through the jungle of my life. Laying words as walkways, using sentences as stepping stones, and laying my head to rest in a bed of my inadequacies.

                                                                                                                                             anastacio palomo

— anastacio, Jun 28, 2007

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orgami

18 years 11 months ago

desert dust and helioplyphs

welcome to a common sometimes place for all who seek never actualy been to a desert not wealthy enough or close enough however i have read many great books on deserts and watched much about people who actually seek out what this mysterious place is all about perhaps only the Bedouins would truly know all but then again the great emptiness the hollow the pit the hunger to lay awake with self doubt maybe in my day i was told i was ineffectual as a child before bed maybe self belief just wasnt high on the priorities of raising children in a small town in Middle Ontario or maybe i was just sensitive being raised by war and depression bred people who busted their ass's to get what they had met my woman and she sent me to therapy lots of it whatever i could get that was free from the province it was a turning point i still have shame for feeling like a failure and i feel like a fake at work smiling all the time and laughing when in reality im sulking or pissed off but truth is all im doing is learning a new structure of being deserts are cold at night very cold and of course hot in the day then there is water to bring and of course most important food from what i have read and have heard from groups rehabs meetings freinds therapists the core beliefs if we dont somehow believe that we are important at that magical age then there is that imprint that shadow that haunts us asking for help is my greatest weakness it was a disgusting thing in my youth im just learning now so you have asked for help here on this site and i find that amazing it gives me hope now i know that one other person does this on my favourite web site to date believe in yourself again if you have too its the beginning ..O..

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