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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, s

A couple of Recent Things I've been working on in my crazy sick month of insomnia. I don't think i've never been this bad before. I blame all the things to do. There's too much, beat guitar hero, schoolwork, friends, write, compose music, produce music.... SO much to do and not enough time IM LOOSING my mind. I'm losing my mind So don't count on me. I'm too busy chasing dreams That I can't see You know my name You know my face You would know my heart If you knew my case. I would run, I would climb to you Would you do the same, If you only knew: I'll follow you if you'll follow me I don't know how you lie so clean I'll break y

Paul Laurence Dunbar's We wear the mask We wear the mask that grins and lies,  It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, -- This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while          We wear the mask. We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; but let the world dream otherwise,          We wear the mask!