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a new way of looking at... writings >> shannon kuehn >> fumbling |
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Fumbling for the right word, the silence surrounds me. I stare ahead and being to pry open some of the innermost thoughts. Everything builds up... many times without realization... something which reflection only slightly begins to reach. I struggle for an identity, I reach out... the mundane aftertaste of a dream long forgotten... that dream, awakens from deep slumber. Chills tingle down, and for a moment I'm really alive. Past the dreary shadows and into the light. The light shines down once more, warming my softly frozen self. |