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So lets recount the day...

The book was Armor. The author was John Steakly. The place was my room. The result... was me, curled up and crying, and I mean really crying, not the tears in the corners of your eye, but doubled over bawling.

It felt really good.

The book was wonderful... amazing, dramtic and moving...

And I hated it. It's hard to explain that, because it's worth reading. It's a must read. I guess the only way to understand it is to experience it... and survive it. Yes, this is a book that you survive... you don't just finish it- you live through it.

Between that and being addicted to Touched by Vast today, it's been emotional.. I made a picture entitled Hope and wrote a poem entitled sea. (all lowercase)


I am water,
Flowing,
Rippling,
Changing,
Always crying,
Crying as the waterfall mourns,
Eternal beauty encapsulated
in unending pain.

The most beautiful things can hurt you,
And the most romantic person you know,
Denies the word love,
But knows it intimately nontheless,
The words leap from the page,
And stab you with thier truth,
And you flow on,
Forced to know yourself.

I move downhill,
Looking back to the hieghts from which I've fallen,
Cutting a channel,
Shaping the land,
And being shaped by it,
But always behind me is upwards,
And always am I descending,
Purposefully to the greater being,
Purposefully into the ocean,
Where my water,
Worn by the ages,
Can join the salty tears,
and See.
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