You can meditate on the feelings you wish were actually yours all you want. But as you approach a dream, a nightmare, a wish, a person; you realize that nothing ever changes with the people you love most. I can curse my tongue rotten the woes I wish upon those who have scarred me. Yet the only words I ever find at my lips when greeting them are the simple one, two, three of the time you believed in santa claus. So you can study the reasoning and dissect the meaning. But all you will ever find is love.
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November 2, 2009