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Several dated shorts notes

05 Oct. 2016

“To journey is to question and to question is to journey” ~ Justin Abraham

After several heightened calls from that interior part that knows no bounds~ my soulical part, and also careful advice from a few close friends, I have resumed writing. While the things shared here may not follow politics, trending news, etc, I have lived a greater part of my life, these twenty-some years full of imaginations, queries, wants and lack. My life seemed to have to been taken in a roller coaster, with many prolonged low points and very few transient high moments than I can remember.

This remains to date the longest of the low points. My heart is enlarged, wearied, and it seems there are more questions than answers, a lot of dotted lines hoping to be filled. The strongest of them all has been the need for a fellowship, not the religious type, but the one driven by friendship and love.

OCCUPIED

05 Dec. 2016

Occupied in nothingness, the heart aching feeling of being drenched in the sourness of emptiness. The day began as every other day, in emptiness and with a heart bent on a search for freedom. A freedom which can only be defined in the unity of friendship. Here I am, with no much inspiration to write, no desire to be included in any human activity, but just to remain here, in myself, my interior self.

“Touched from within” ~ the trouble of the Modern day Empath by Joseph Emeka

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