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i send this as a message to you, in placing a drop of my blood, a tear, and a single train of thought perhaps it will reach you intact.
hello lady love. i pray this finds you well. as the days pass more of me is lost within myself. I spend sleepless nights; my body meditating while my soul searches for answers i know not the questions to. i have began sketching. trying to find a center to map the images. instead the pages form a maze with no begining nor end. other than doodles of floor plans before a renovation of a bathroom or kitchen and stick people in colums of school workbooks. beyond those rudimetary extentions of ones immediate thought, i do not draw. yet last week i found myself entering the art coop downtown asking for charcol and a sketch pad. that night i draw my hand, the following hour a woman crouching. i find finnaly a forum where my fingers can meditate as freely as my mind. still i am lost. somethings i am incapaple of reaching, of touching, of feeling, of adding in this maze which surrounds me. with each movement i grow dissy, with each meditation to seek my bearings unknown obstructions apear. each new chapter takes me further from the end. each image i capture my fingers walk, deeper, the weight of my mind straining their nerves and muscles, sweat forming on my nucles, viens bulging from the forced importance this meditation holds.
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