6/29/03
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I see them through the clouds; the reminders of what this life once was, of what is meant to be. The reminders that these words are easier said if they remain in thought. Have we all forgotten where we came from? Do we no longer care who we are? Since this life is only temperary, is it fair for us to live in greed, live in ourselves, live in the thought that we are all that matters? The lights. The city lights that are nothing more than a show of power, a show of class.
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A calming thought: we are not alone. There were ones before us and there will be ones after. Everything in this world repeats, be it good or bad. There will always be that one person standing next to you. They will be there until the day you blind yourself of everything around you, until the day when you have blocked out so much that you no longer know what is there before you. What was once there. There will come a day when each of us really is alone and there will be nothing more to come.
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Nine.
This night sky glitters with stars, the stars that have always been there watching us, wondering about us. I look up at the stary night and I am reminded that this is why I live; to watch the stars pass. Nothing in this life could ever match the knowledge of the stars. Nothing in this life could ever explain why the stars mezmorize us so. Nothing in life can explain this feeling. Nothing in this life is as good as this feeling. The stars are everything to me. The stars are the reason I chase the Sun. Chase the sun... As the sun sets. So much that is told in the sky, so much seen out a moving window.
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