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why did you come? so what else is new?... once again I suppose I should triage my rambles and rhymes a bit more, but then, the creative flow can go anywhere inside and pull out anything it chooses (the freedom afforded a muse is unparalleled, but so is the loyalty unconditionally mutual... and the world we build here, this as you see what you choose and you see what I show, but do you see enough?... would you have to look into my eyes to know?... or into my rose colored inner eyes? perhaps you come to see a positive perspective, for this is where positivity flows when I feel it... the energy that feels good, that feels natural, comfortable, secure... this is what this place is made of... not sterile or purified in any way, the pain, angst, foibles of forgetting, of mistakes, of insecurity, or foolishness and stupidity flow as anything else might (though I channel anger, rage, and most venting elsewhere simply because I find, in this life, balance is best maintained by having a separate safe place to put the negative energy that does not pollute the positive energy... ok, so maybe it is a little purified... but not faked... unless, of course, you call fantasies (which this place is full of) and fancies (but of course which is which I leave for you to guess) fake... I do not for the feelings are real, even if they are not as personal as they may appear cuz I do not really know the person inspiring me... I believe in the power of words, as Poe and others have professed... utimately, behind all the words, I know myself very well...and I do want one of you to know me so well, you know me better than I know myself... I am just not sure who... oh, and while we're on the subject, any help you might provide in figuring this out would be much appreciated... and the simpler question remains a simple request you can hopefully answer without much study or review, why did you come?
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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 |