I used to write a lot. Almost every night. Connected to what felt like God on paper. God who listened through my ink and became intimate with me.
And now, I don't anymore. And it's frustrating. I am frustrated. With life, with me, with life.
And so today, I walk knowing that there is always something to be said for tomorrow and living today and healing the world...making it a better place. For you and for me and the entire human race.
We are the world had it down brother.
Peace out.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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Keep your head up....
Keep on dancing.....
Answer this question... What would satisfy you?
(Sung), "Here comes the music"
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