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A man stands and as the man again, the man who was a quest, who was within the things he needed to know. This man had his meaning and his dream for the purpose of becoming the energy of his body, his mind, and the Heart he found within the way of the swinging things delivered between the living, and his dream. In the creation his way of balancing his purpose,focus,feelings and truth. Doing the right thing it seams has not been his reward. The hidden moments of escape and the links that ended in missing mistakes, unraveling the core threads of his being. This man was lost again in nothing but the work he trusted was the priority, the future, and the endless river of the way to becoming the one single being. It's all included in peaceful place hidden in what was the gift he became. When the future is present and the reason is real, The reason is true and the reason isn’t something we have or ever walk up too. The reason is the one thing we trust, the thing that has to be concrete between the years.. Why do we find the happiness in single moments that tether us to the climbing rope we set as our safety line in case we forget to hold onto what it means to love someone, something, someplace, some time, or some how. When the rope was tied it was not tied to the river of our intent and the future slipped off corse while we kept working and working to feel secure and free from needing to have things that are all distractions from the ever loving once in a life time being, it is in living with the winds and setting suns. The man became frozen again. The man was not the man he hoped to become because the man he was, was lost, on the way up the wall he forgot about fear and the wall of fear is not to tall nor the danger of the slipping fall. Athens and a wall of fear is the hidden things we do to improve nothing but the way we feel when the things we perceive are important enough to ignore, it's the world we are creating from what we want and what we want it to be. If it is not already a beautiful thing, the man can’t change it, he can only loose his footing and as he forgets to hold the things he holds dear close to his soul, he finds himself in the emptiness of weightless places. The places where we will meet our selves and see all the purpose we protected become the emptiness of not loving. Who we need to be to define the moment of our being. It is a failure of monumental awareness and the gift, the beautiful thing we found through truth will not be the beautiful meaning of what we have and what we keep. It is lost to the darkest dreams and in those dreams we meet the terror and the pain that late at night comes from a place we created in false freedom and false beliefs. In this the man can’t see the trees, the life, the love, or the little things that spark up light. It’s the slowest fade from bright and pure passion to the dull ways we stand the pain. Instead of having a warrior of ourselves fly up from our very souls. The man lost his right to decide his time his life his whole mission of why this is his life and it happened in less than the blink of an eye. He cant see the swing he had, no pond to guide him back to change the thoughts that became the pain this is the punishment that must have hidden within him and slept. Beneith his simple success . His last attempt to be a man that was as it is to have the right to be the man he believed, was man enough to find the way that was paved for him to have and the way was a trap that didn’t catch him. It was the the trap that took everything he had and ripped out his heart through the disgrace of failing to see the signs that had to be taken apart for his mind to finish first placed upon the physical beating of having one single pure thing and never appreciating its once, not in a life time blessing. This is the shattered soul blasted into pieces of what will never become one again. This is the nightmare that drives the silent darkness upon a a track that leads into the oblivion of someone who only wanted to be the friend he needed to have to achieve everything he wanted to be. He can’t have a home without a heart, he cant be alive without his soul and he is in life a dead thing. What is this place? The screaming of trees, the water lost into the polluted stream. Healing is not here for this man and as a whole, he was frozen cold and far from real. The truth is not always the good thing we can rely on and the fantasy is the death we can’t have because we want it so bad. What I am is shrinking into the emptiness of giving it all away and walking off purposeless and unafraid because there isn’t something that I will wish for. I will not wish to be anything more than the space I take and I demand that it is this in darkness and disgrace. Please dont make me see who I am because its too awful to feel my eyes looking at what I cost the world. I looked away when I needed to stay. I can not get enough of it back, its been take by demons and darkness. So in this darkness the man is chained. He wont give in because the man deserves the pain. It's his,

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