Usually most things flow to me in verse and the inspiration causes me to wanna compose something beautiful.  Sometimes that beauty i wish to make is only a facade of the real feeling that I hide inside.  I mask them twixt cute sometimes erotic metaphors and verses tainted with science and other things.  Sometimes, sometimes  i just feel luved... and it overwhelms me.  I am very needy I know that about myself.  I do not cry for attention but I invent ways to battle for the favor of those I wish for.  I get creative, suggestive.. whatever it takes.  I my quiet place I pray and cry  and smile  with the good and the bad, always keeping in mind those i care for and how to make them aware of this fact.  There are times when the patience, compassion and generosity of some, .. few make such an impression upon me i might otherwise feel lost without their presence (however i am meant to benefit).  Near or Far, i seek their influence.. AND THE SUPRISING THIS IS.... they are there not on my time.. but wheni need it and least expect it.  Like a shooting Star.  I am so very blessed to have such relationships even in their trying times.. that I sometime CURSE FATE.  But this is my thought for today.. and they hopefully know their lasting impression.. and my development resulting fro it.

peace

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