Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Glimmer
After hours of being ground by despair, alone, tragically isolated, hedged in with searing psychic pain and a deep, dark deadness -- I speak words of prayer through the florescently lit silence of my disorganized room, and a peace encloses me which transcends all understanding. If this is based in illusion, my dear atheists, I'm happy to be a hallucinating fool.
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amen.
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