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Contributed by
Amicus
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Thursday, 25th September 2014 @ 12:18:39 PM in AEST
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Can I leave it all behind
Is it really so simple?
My Love and my friends
Wouldn't I regret?
Or are they just vessels
Filled to the brim
I am an empty mind
Waiting to fit in
I long for the wilderness
Escape from these walls
A prison I've built myself
Made from desires and flaws
I've grown comfortable here
But restless is my heart
My feet ache to move
I believe I'm falling apart
I've tried to believe
In this apes fantasy
of a prophet killed
and omniscient foolery
Is this my path
Continually I search
For sedatives and noise
To quiet my heart
Copyright ©
Amicus
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2014-09-25 12:18:39]
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Re: Empty
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by RussellReinhardt on
Friday, 26th September 2014 @ 03:35:30 AM AEST
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Hi there
I don't know you nor your circumstances. However I feel compelled to ask you think before you leap. When one takes a step back and a short recess things become clear. God bless
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Re: Empty
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by Invierno on
Friday, 26th September 2014 @ 06:50:17 AM AEST
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Hi Dude. You ain't alone, I'll tell you that. I've found (as I've wanted to do as you've written here) that love, as wondrous as it is, also is a chain that ties us. You aren't asking for advice, so I'm sorry for giving it, but I feel compelled.
Examine WHY you feel this urge. If it is an internal restlessness born of strife in your heart, soul, whatever...then moving your physical body will not solve a thing. If it's a geographical desire for a different landscape, then go for it. People are the same everywhere. If you have troubles where you are at with people, then, brother, look for the same troubles where you go.
I've often wanted, and still will, if (God forbid) my wife passes, leave ALL OF THIS and go north until nature takes me back into her bosom. I would rather get eaten by wolves (preferable dead at that point) than lay in a hospital bed or be carved on a mortician's table and placed in a box.
Anyway, I feel ya', and only ask that you fully examine the reasons for your desire to leave it all behind.
You have my best wishes.
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