Stoked by desire,
The flame settles;
A steady bead of light
Carved through midnight touches,
Physical affection,
Passions reflected,
Hearts expanded masses
Until thermodynamics
Leaves us cold, gray ashes.
Still.
The fire may wane,
Howling evenings
Now abbreviated flames,
You can still feel it,
Feelings unexplained;
With nothing left to burn for heat,
A tender love remains.
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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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