Two a.m. on this desolate street corner. A blinking yellow street light above the wet corners of the road, suspended their like some kind of evening sun. The power lines still covered in powdered snow, slowly falling onto gravel and dirt under a pale wind. Every star that can be seen within a city can be seen on this night; that’s how clear it is. A brilliant light, elastic across the horizon, shimmering red slightly above the evergreens that line the parks and neighborhood houses. In the distance, the sounds of a train can be heard calling off, longing for an ear to catch the noise, almost as if waiting for someone to scream back…
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I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.
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That little light from your lampshade 
Answer the train, next time. it’ll probably be most cathartic.
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