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By dragonfleyes Date: 2001 Jul 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.14.17.47.15430]] |
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there is a story of sorrow. while it passes time and perimeters, waiting for its moment of incarnation, it sleeps and hibernates in people. now and then it has a flicker of awareness, and it seems to possess the people in which it has become symbiotic. and then a little bit of sorrow becomes free, and lives in the world. at times, it reaches someone and then inhabits them. and each time, it becomes a bit freerer. we know sorrow, for we have a part of it in ourselves. it is an old being. it is ageless and infinite. we do not know it's boundaries, for i do not believe that it has any. at times it comes out through the corners of our eyes, and at others through the contortion of facial features. either way, that is how it finds its freedom. now and then the sorrow can eleviate, after it has let itself out for a time, but eventually someone elses sorrow finds us. but the double edged sword is, then they are free, and we are not. so we pass on our sorrow and sooner or later know it again. but along with this sorrow, comes happiness, which is just as virally infectious as sorrow. but today there is sorrow, and the sorrow finds its way down my face today. for sometimes, we must cry in order to let the happiness in. |