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Walking in the bookstores, searching, questing, testing, which book is the one, not for fun, or congesting, IT will fill the hole in my dissatisfaction, it will give meaning to an otherwise empty space filled by my warm body. I have been at this for years, sometimes I walk out with less than I went in, other times I walk out with what I bought and it is all for naught and leaves me cold to the touch, doesn't matter much, in my dysthymic passive aggressive crunch. I have Jesus, and I hope it does not take me until eternity to have my ah-ha moment, good or bad, don't point me at an omen. Life is as fluid is the water cycle, and as hard to find as the water table, in the desert. So how do I leave you; I don't know the answer to the impossible question, a cramp in my digestion, a cactus thorn in my side, doubt not only clouds my mind and evaporates my sound judge- ment; but would I recognize, or would it be discovered a surprise, if I found what I was really looking for. ©DWE072013
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Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
Oh him, he is just a warm body, cold to the touch.
Walking in the bookstores, searching, questing, testing, which book is the one, not for fun, or congesting, IT will fill the hole in my dissatisfaction, it will give meaning to an otherwise empty space filled by my warm body. I have been at this for years, sometimes I walk out with less than I went in, other times I walk out with what I bought and it is all for naught and leaves me cold to the touch, doesn't matter much, in my dysthymic passive aggressive crunch. I have Jesus, and I hope it does not take me until eternity to have my ah-ha moment, good or bad, don't point me at an omen. Life is as fluid is the water cycle, and as hard to find as the water table, in the desert. So how do I leave you; I don't know the answer to the impossible question, a cramp in my digestion, a cactus thorn in my side, doubt not only clouds my mind and evaporates my sound judge- ment; but would I recognize, or would it be discovered a surprise, if I found what I was really looking for. ©DWE072013
darrell-wade-elverum
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Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
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