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Left
with nothing
but heartache
— we run from the pain

Left
with nothing
but promises
— the words in refrain

Left
with nothing
but yesterday
— tomorrow a lie

Left
with nothing
but memories
— a final goodbye

(The New Room: November, 2024)
Is it when two souls come together to unite or a drug that inhibits the mind, intensifying the senses of your heart combined.

An instinct that we crave to feel deeply emotionally attached.
Like oxygen we need to breathe, the removal of it deepens the need.

They say love is blind you can not see.
Is this the one who's captured me.

Minds in a daze lost in a maze.
Jolting you out of control, engulfing your body and soul.

Taking your hand alluring one in with that magical flute to captivate every inch of you.

You're lost in a trance enjoying the dance longing for it to last.
Increasing the desire not to drown out the fire.

Illusions of what we are led to believe.

Chemistry hits and that attraction exists, fireworks explode releasing pheromones, heightening the primal instincts inability to control the burning impulse.

Why is love inclusive and has many faces?

It's a basic human need; it's in our nature to proceed.
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Lounging around after a rough work week
The pains and aches enhanced in the cold weather
Made changes over the years personal growth
Found other outlets to decompress release stress
Things change overtime never settle
Don't let that moment stop progress
But I do remember
every word
no matter
if I lied
when you
asked,

you
knew anyway
didn't you.?
I'm afraid of failure
Of becoming a burden
But above all, I'm afraid
Of hurting the ones I love
And ending up alone...

Yet I'm here, I've shown
In the face of my demons
And screamed at them
That they'll never take
The very best of me

So I may not be fearless
I'm quite fine with that
For I'm brave
I never regarded myself as the courageous type... until the day I realized that being brave doesn't mean being fearless. Being brave means facing your fears in order to do what you must.
Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                                 Still Listening to the Warm

Rod McKuen was the coolest of the cool
And now he’s not
Which makes him warmer than ever
On the pencil-marked pages of our youth

"Listen to the Warm" is still good advice
Whispers in the breeze,
Leaves pirouette, gold and red,
Autumn sighs softly.
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