Dear Hearts,
I pray in the middle of the night for you, for me. Only sadness enters and grabs my thoughts and brings me to my knees. Is it I who has lost the attention to detail. Or perhaps I never had it. I do not know anything. Only the essence of things, people and places. Its like a dream, never seeming real. But to me it is everything. Few understand me. Not even I. Like the winds of thoughts blowing through the night air. Quiet, silent poised in humility that rings the bell of truth. I am here. by phi
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