be random
what is now
when is then
where is email
who i am
how it is
why it is
leave a note?
share me, share you
make me smile
thank you

other journals
(of course I should be sleeping)
(what's life got to do with it?)

about me
(too much to know at once)
friend?
(tic tic tic, toc)

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MONOLOG

someone who can love

has life become so empty
that someone who can love
is held up like a treasure
and placed somehow above
the rest of us mere mortals
as saint or something more
and if that someones tells us
that the final score
is not that they are better
it's just that we've forgotten
how to love
and what love is for
would we become offended
if they reject our pedestal
would we become upended
if they spoke of free will
would we fill with confusion
if they said we're the same
would we find ourselves angry
if they rejected fame

have hearts become so empty
that war is justified
that love can be so brutal
that truth can be denied
and if someone would tell us
that love can save the world
would we tear them down and bury them
in the flags we unfurled
it's not that we are evil
it's just that we've forgotten
how to love
and what love is for
and we become offended
if they reject the way we live
and we become defensive
if they question our motives
and we fill with confusion
when they will not bow our way
and we find ourselves angry
when they push us away

but what happened to freedom
and self-determination
has manifest destiny
blinded us to reason
who said that we must lead them
to live the way we say
we still have reservations
for those who will not play

has life become so lonely
that someone who can love
overwhelmes our senses
and placed somewhere above
the rest of us mere mortals
as saint or something more
and if that someones tells us
that the final score
is not that they are better
it's just that we've forgotten
how to love
and what love is for

candora

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for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd)
if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight
I'd say
I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life


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