[[*To Fix A Broken Life, Use The Tools Of The Heart*]]

[[*A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face; the warmth and wonder of a loving heart*]] - "The Plague" by Albert Camus

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

When the heart aches
And it feels like there's nothing
Worth going on for

Or it ever feels like the skies
Are turning grey
When the storm seems never-ending
And you feel like you're all alone

You reach out but your hand
Is brushed aside by the passing crowd
You scream but it's buried by
The babble of self-absorbed thoughts

The tears...
They are but silent betrayers of
A weak nature

Who can heal you and stop
The bleeding of your soul?

No one in this world.

Where can I go?

A gentle whisper of what is missed
The sweet call of a familiar utopia
Perhaps the promise that things
Could be better?

I want to go home.

posted at 1:41 AM

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