found words on notebook paper... think it was written several years ago/edited only a bit, don't know what this is, part of a work in progress, not quite begun?/ perhaps someday, a part of the whole story... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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There was something-- an almost calming, yet saddened part of this person that so touched me. Why? I'm not certain.
There is something about pain that calls out to me to come forth-- and care, love, show kindness ...that I'm not sure I'm capable of-- whether of giving of, or removing of-- oneself.
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I have felt the fiery depths of hell, have been burned beyond...beyond...NO!
not before healing, but-- beyond complete self-- as one, as whole and full...
when one shatters-- not one's world-- one's 'self'-- when the self shatters, oh god...the pieces are so many and the constant work of bending and haphazardly piecing a fragile doll's porcelain porcelain tear stained skin back together is a task no one can imagine who has not fallen-- at the least fallen...
to break is hell. to pull, push, remove, put back, rearrange-- Oh God, Please do not let this happen to anyone else's child! I am your child-- this I know. Do I? I must be or I would not exist-- would not be-- or...?
how does one arrange for plastic surgery of the soul's psyche?
how?...
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Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on February 21, 2003
What a blizzard of beauty you have here.. this is thinking expressed so honestly and openly and I see myself in there.. invites us to bite all the way to the core.. really thought provoking! katy.
Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on February 21, 2003
emotional maelstrom...powerful sweeping lyrics...vivid pain...infuses the senses, shatters the heart. never any easy solutions, though...just scraps...hopefully, in the end, that will be enough...**Mari**
yes, Tien, yes...that is something one gains, in a way... a compassion of sorts and when one can...yes
& Robert, yes, 'thought', intellectual thought used, actually used, i.e. to study something...to use the 'mind', allows one to ease the use of 'emotional thought'...to all of you, thanks, just...truths are each unique and so, in writing one's own truth...another, what? saving 'grace'...many thanks, to all of you...
Lori, thank you, Peg...you, always there and Susan, ah, it, Bless You for what you had to say, also.
these 'scraps'...perhaps a way to get to more 'truth'?
and I am still here...
many thanks...
ah, Love and Light, yes...
Love heals...
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on February 21, 2003
Argh - incredible write, writhing in pain...
answers? Only one from me, perhaps - live outside yourself, live for others...sharing and caring for others can heal the personal wounds, even though the scars forever remain.
Oh Micha, This is a travesty of emotions and to become complete afterwards speaks of strength beyone immortality. Your prose is extreme.
Love and light,
Susn
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& Robert, yes, 'thought', intellectual thought used, actually used, i.e. to study something...to use the 'mind', allows one to ease the use of 'emotional thought'...to all of you, thanks, just...truths are each unique and so, in writing one's own truth...another, what? saving 'grace'...many thanks, to all of you...
Lori, thank you, Peg...you, always there and Susan, ah, it, Bless You for what you had to say, also.
these 'scraps'...perhaps a way to get to more 'truth'?
and I am still here...
many thanks...
ah, Love and Light, yes...
Love heals...
answers? Only one from me, perhaps - live outside yourself, live for others...sharing and caring for others can heal the personal wounds, even though the scars forever remain.
how?...
with the flesh of thought anything can be accomplished...some very powerful emotions expressed in this write...
Love and light,
Susn