6/25/06
Time spent in a capsule cast upon the ever vastness of the sea to which have no borders no boundary and no land upon the horizon to give. Weaving and waving to the endless rise and fall of each wave Knowing not where I might come to or where I might go only to know the unending rhythm of what has passed will begin again.
Hope for madness but how does this undue sanity learned to be free from the ever daunting thought passing through my tortured mind to be free and relinquish all frivolous senses. To succeed with numbest of character no worth just another being foraging endless tide of scheduled time knowing nothing of duration endurance with no hope only quickened closure towards loneness of peace.
My anguished soul searches but for one brief moment this would sorely bring worth to the empty lifetime of torture and yes to accept in full worth the contentment of victory.
Sully:
Good Night and Good Luck!
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