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Monday, November 03, 2003
 
A starving flame,
Consumes the oxygen voraciously.

It becomes the victim of the wind.

I am victim of that which is both in and out of my control.

I do and yet do not understand all that has happened here.

First impressions and fickle friendships.
Stories.

Experiences.

I must say I’ve never kept a friend solely for the purpose of using them for entertainment.

Be it trampolines or big screen TV’s.

Nothing has come so easy.

Neither my parents nor friends have hand fed me life and pleasure.

Those who lack your reward, your gain…
Those who have the world woven for them…

They are blackened and bitter.
Relentless.

When threat comes to call,
All bets are off.

Fear.
Anger.
Resentment.

There will always be first impressions.

Whether we chose to belittle ourselves by clutching them close,

Or to ascend in a deeper wisdom that we,
As human beings,

Do and will make our mistakes.

Do and will have feelings and hardships.

Do and can understand other persons if we saw both halves of each story.

If we listened.
If we forgot.

I’ve had my share.
I have my lessons.

I am fluttering through repercussions.

But listen now.

And always remember.

Somehow,
When you need it most ..

In your darkest, deepest,
Most desperate hour…

Remember child;

Karma has your name.

What goes around,
Will come around.




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