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Looking out my window

By June 5, 2010March 13th, 20226 Comments

What is the meaning of all of this? I wish I could say. The black and white tempest of my soul are looking for life in the smallest cracks and smudges. I feel like I am on a journey and not really sure where it is going or what it is that I am supposed to be doing, but know deep down that it is important. That even though I feel blindfolded, with my eyes shut and the world spinning around me, I have a compass deep inside that is pointing me in the right direction, and though I can’t see past the glass of my own window, I can feel the truth beyond and it is calling for me to listen.

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