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language is transient & inadequate to express the human experience & yet we attempt to capture the spectrum in a bottle & nourish ourselves on it. we are slowly starving from lack of content. words cannot keep us alive. there is so much more we need for survival. humans need connections that mer words cannot fulfill. we fight & fuck & touch & caress & attempt to share space with another because words alone leave us lacking. we spend hours at computers sending our cyber SOS into the void like corked bottles on an unforgiving sea hoping someone somewhere will uncork our pain & if only for a moment share a connection with us. computers speak in zeros & ones & yet somehow in-between those two numbers lives all of who we are & sometimes that is enough to help us get to the next sunrise. there are days the sun cannot warm the earth enough. there are days that the moon provides all the warmth we need. the northern lights sing us into endless night with a lullaby of just how beautiful the darkness can be when mixed with the spectrum of who we are when the lights go out. faith is waiting for the sunrise & believing that it will come. faith is trusting that the moon will still be there when the sun goes down. have faith. |
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