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     Where does one begin when it comes to love? When it comes to even the idea of it? How can we even begin to convince ourselves to stay ignorant to our heart? Whether to ignore the pain of a past experience on the matters of your own loves, or to move onto a new prospect; To continue searching for the partner you crave. Perhaps it is presumptuous of me to assume that all people want that special someone. That's fine, though. Anyone is welcome to think that, and to think what they wish really. But...     To those that do want that special someone - A loved one beyond compare in terms of bond and beauty only so special to you that the wor

One of one half, a star still a star Lies still bright In the heart of the scar One in one half, a life still a life Drawn in by a simple breath Each breath full of strife One and one half No longer cut in halves All numbers come together For i have the last laugh Though four and one half May be a good number still While a number is a number I choose mine of my own will But... One by one half What could it mean? A life without another Feels like one half inbetween

     The question of time that all lives will ask is, 'Where am I written amongst all these lives?'. Of all things that go unanswered, it is a question we can never have answered by someone else. To accumulate the answer from many parts of life, we move through the throngs of people and learn of the human soul. The purpose of quibbling through the times we are born; These things that make the lives of every human which are taken for granted... It is of our own design; Whether by the power of a foreign entity or that of the human mind. Some say that love is the purpose of life. If love was the purpose of life then why do we not love? Some sa

Silence.     It encompasses all we know although sounds are ever present. A drape that covers everything. The sound of your breathing... The sound of a car driving down the street. The faint noise of the gentle breeze that brushes against your neck...     In that silence is not true silence. True silence... is to be without life. For only lifelessness could breed a silence so quiet you can hear the rest of a dead world.     The breeze, oh so subtle, blows. The stars shine in our night sky with the moon; Both a reminder to have hope for our dreams which we often readily abandon, yet... they would still watch over them in our stead. Becau

    Once in the depths of the mind can you really know yourself, or do you drift in and out of thoughts like one of the thoughts themselves: Hollow but with substance? When you see yourself as who you are, you see what you define yourself as. You feel what makes your very being, and you always wonder how to make it better. No one ever thinks it's as easy as accepting what you're staring at.    That what one has is already amazing and it can only get better. People tell you day and day again and that you should change... And this is true. Everyone should change, but for the better - for what YOU want to be. Every time you feel their words s

     What is a word? It's a definition. A meaning. A feeling. It's whatever we need it to be. To make a sentence you need words, but to make it mean something requires more than just definitions and knowledge: it requires heart - love. To write is to show yourself sprawled upon a page. It's to be compassionate to your feelings, to acknowledge them and show them in ways and through words not many people can. This gift - it's what makes a part of you special.     Minds cracked slowly crumble but to one who is a mason of thought, it is easily remade and fixed. Time and time again the mind shatters from the throbbing pain our souls endure, as i