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to the mirror image that ask us questions, and the answer that we will never have, and the satisfaction of one,

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My friend I have thought of you daily, of your questions, the heart ache you so deeply feel, and to the emotions that drain your strength to be who you are,

I thought of you as I lay, an I asked something of myself, as I always did, as I always hoped to be one day,


I have let life pass me by with regret, with not hope, but sad tears again and again, and in my despiration of seeking what is not out their I forgot life,


An glory never asked me any questions when in gave, I spoke of it lightly, as though to say, a day was to much, an I as I do, did not know how to say thank you for my hours,


What image dwells in my mind, I do not know, as I am fighting my own demons, with patients, passion and the belief that I will fight no more one day,

I have come to the conclusion that me, we as a whole in life, dwell not on today, but the question of tomorrow, which has yet to pass us by, so I with gratitude, has slept on these words, as I have awakened to this,



I awakened this day, this time not to question’s, not to countless hours of thinking, but to peace,


Life has brought me here, to this moment, in this time, and to a belief, no to what I know and understand,

on this day I sought not out words, that will guide me, but to hope, grace, and the thought I have escape not love, but to the many meanings that it have giving me,

Loved once is my guide, my path,

To know it is my inner sanctum of one,

one to hold, one to know, one to kiss good night, and one to love, and with one I will have giving my heart too,

life has brought me to this, a passage of truth, and the wisdom to believe, that one will be given to me, an out of all the one’s I have cried with question, this one will be my peace of heart that will not pass me by,

And my sanctum will be, alone no more, as I have woken to peace, not to it’s questions, as my pillow will not be drenched in tears, but once I will be alone, when the days will pass me by, with gratitude of knowing love, has grassed my cheeks, surrounded my heart, and laid beside me,


So you see my friend, I have learned not to ask for yesterday nor tomorrow, but for today,