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mediocrity The winter storms weren't expected for another few weeks yet, but nevertheless they came, blowing cruel and cold over the stillborn dreams of autumn, allowing no refuge and no sun to shine through the clouds. The damp seeped in under the cracks hewn in heedless hearts, and all else was forgotten. Awarenesses turned within, too consumed with previous pains, to look toward the unwitting solution of future fortunes, found in long lost chests where renewed hearts pounded, flooded with their own fullness, waiting and ready, if only wounded souls could find it in them to look. Those risks untook left mildewed hearts to be held and handled gently by their owners, but never mended. Lessons were left unlearned, and if such fear could be overcome, those souls would look out their windows to see the blooms of spring, whose way was made by the winter rains. Chances are there to be taken. ----- - - 6:32 p.m. , January 29, 2005 personal empowerment - 9:48 p.m. , January 12, 2005 jaksdf - 7:22 p.m. , December 19, 2004 the break up - 11:08 p.m. , December 16, 2004 fists of rage - 6:28 p.m. , December 13, 2004 |