Today I found an AIM conversation saved and buried in my email. excerpt:
Celestial Juliet (9:31:57 PM): You might understand this one quite well.
Celestial Juliet (9:32:07 PM):The shadows around me
are no longer sleeping
they dance and they speak of
the secret they're keeping
joshthetitan929 (9:33:50 PM): you've basically dug into my heart and and grasped my life and exposed it to all(ok us)
joshthetitan929 (9:35:52 PM): with your permission, i'll add it to my myspace
I am so grateful for the find. So much learning about myself.
what did I learn?
i've danced from poet to poet.
i consumed them, each one.
"you are what you eat"
it's a lie.
you taste what you eat,
you feel what you eat,
you grow from what you eat,
but you don't become what you eat;
it becomes you.
i've danced from poet to poet.
i count four in all.
each broke open the world a little farther
by breaking me a little more
without even trying.
and i'm grateful.
because what they broke wasn't me.
they broke an image,
a facade.
and left behind something a little realer.
freer.
better.
i've danced from poet to poet.
feeling where they felt and
reaching where they reached,
and, once broken,
i reached a little straighter
in the direction
that my hands were made
to reach,
without inhibition.
I have danced from poet to poet, and each of them has given me freedom.
the scary thing is, freedom looks so different from what i want
for me.
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