This is my first evening page.. its been a busy day at work.. i am trying to find myself through these words.. sifting through them.. a little familiar.. a little strange.. seeking the quiet lyrics that silence brings.. a life that is a display for the outside world.. decorated each moment with the quicksilver opinions around.. there is a shrine within.. waiting patiently.. so full of love and compassion.. in empathic understanding of a mind inflicted with a short term memory.. and in that moment of awareness i crave to worship.. to glimpse.. the idol within.. maybe i should start these evening pages and work out the wrinkles of my day..
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