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Apr 2013
Honestly every time you think of me my ears begin to ring, as if this life decides to make me aware that somewhere out there in the thickness of the air you have displaced the sacred woven fabrics of time and space, they have just been shaken, and the waves of your thoughts ripple straight through this world to settle within me, my acknowledgment of this is simple, I say ah, there you are, i am glad you are here, in fact I have missed you. Your are my old friend, I have been through many doors, my feet have stepped over many different places, I have been in the presence of God and Devils and have lived through the changing times and seasons of my life and in each of my many moments of pain and sorrow and while in the grips of my sometimes child like wonder I have carried the joy of you, of knowing you, of being close to you within my heart, through the many dark valleys I have wandered through and up each mountain that I have been forced to climb, you are with me. You are my compass that leads me back to myself, you are my water when I am dieing of thirst, you are my shade tree when I am weary and you are my love when I feel alone. This to me is a wonder that I have tried to understand from the very moment you chose to give me your love. I have turned the miracle of your devotion to me over in my heart, I have examined it from every angle with the eye of my mind and still I am forced each time to concede that I have no way of understanding this thing you call your love and because I can find no reason for you giving this precious gift so freely into my hands i am sometimes overwhelmed by it. Your love can enter a room like a lion or it can be as gentle as a breeze but each time I witness the evidence of your spirit I am given back a piece of myself and I feel whole again, I feel peace that I had almost forgotten, You remind me of what life can really be, because I so often forget the simple miracle of being here beside you in time. Many days I forget to simply breath, and I am caught up in the sorrow of life's obstacles, there are days when everything and everyone seems to be too close to me and I become angry, and sad, and self involved, I forget myself and become lost in the worries of being. You help me to lose my selfish pity, and you bring me back to the foundation of my mind. There I find the truth I once knew so completely, that life is only what I make it out to be, and that my happiness can be found in something as simple as your eyes.
marcus pendergraft
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marcus pendergraft  30/M
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