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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) BE MY GUEST (BOOK) << MISSING �SOMETHING? >> the bottom line who can when i had the time the first of december (has another song) what i do < ? me # > < ? harrychapin # > < ? Random Acts of Journaling # > < ? Poetic Voices # > < ? The Write Club # > < ? Nights Awake # > < ? Fluid # > < ? Adopted # > < ? Childlike # > < ? Poets-Muse # > < ? Five Hundred # > < ? As You Wish # > temporary place holder ()))CRAYON-BOX)))> published blogmad! varb? �2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS IF YOU WANT TO USE THE WORDS FOR ANY REASON TALK TO ME |
through others dreams to mine even when the heart is sleeping the dream survives even when promises are not keeping there are some details about the life if you are interested in popping the balloon filled with your fantasies about who the writer behind candora might be (building a planet might seem to be a job for a super hero or some god, but actually the author just may be human (though all who have come close have expressed major doubts about that possibility, in the end, what's in a name, or species, for that matter)... of course if you wish to reach through the details and continue on into the real life where the true fantasy might be found, you could ponder or ask others or just call... I suppose you could, if you enjoy reading, spend years looking before actually making contact... especially if I ever get the rest of the written gardens online (a fraction of a percent has made it out here so far, some has been lost, but much remains in storage in ink on paper)... while most of the writing may be fantasy (I wouldn't want to spoil it for readers by telling, right?), I direct you to The Fifth Element and imagine a child like Leelu viewing the entirety of the recorded history of humanity and determining what human beings are really all about based on recorded behaviors... and what is fantasy then?... listen to Milla: but lost is just what can't be seen besides what is and what things were there's worlds of what was in between worlds folded more than four" and how do we balance then wisdom of existentialism with the passion of feeling and wanting it all, wanting to share it all completely, to know we are known, loved, and truly exist as a whole being not just in our own perception of reality but within someone else... can I ever find my best friend and trust her unconditionally to give away all of me and still remain alive and free is it merely a fantasy or something that can truly be embraced in our reality actualized physically for all to see as you and me will you share a love song the kind that has no end give away every right or wrong to be a best friend will you be my reason to live, to love, to be will you write a love song with me
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words 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 |