~ Why should you deny the Earth at your finger tips while you embrace the universe in your arm? Why should the fruits of prosperity rot while your vineyard is ripe and bountiful? ~
My body aches for things lost gone, my mind, my spirit they ge with each passing day as beloved memories fade more and more and become replaced with new experiences.
I'm enjoying the consequences of life while regretting the fact I didn't embrace it sooner. What was that made me, the people behind me, the works that had inspired me, have gone seperate ways, collected dust, and remained untouched and unupdated as the me that was becomes little more than a portrait on the wall, to those that once mattered. And yet, they do matter, and they remain loved, and unloved, locked, everlasting, in my mind and heart.
And how must we remain? Why should I stand still? Why the isolation? The seperation? Why should life pull apart the chains it linked together?
Xanga is dead and why it my effort to use it as a resource to extend friendships that obviously have no more interest or motivation to do the same.
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