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2007 - November

30  Nov

Questions

How do you get so many to want you as you hurt? Willingly exposed throats to rip open; you’re never blamed for the pain.

How do you get so many to swim in your murky depths? Welcoming the unknown with fear and excitement.. grounded in anxiety and self doubt, yet never doubting you.

How do you change so much yet stay the same? How do you continue when everything else dies? How do you make it possible to feel another person surround you with just a thought? What is it about you that can make a gentle person kill?

Why are you so scary?
Why are you so demanding?
Why are you so neglectful?
Why are you so needy?
Why are you so insightful?
Why are you so dumb?
Why are you so observant?
Why are you so damn blind?

Why are you the reason?
Why are you the answer?

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15  Nov

Belief

Having a belief in something is what gets you through the day.

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09  Nov

Resignation

The zombies are just in our heads.

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And yeah, playing with IMVU again. Each one had to be done seperate (only have one changable avatar at a time. Put it all together in PSP.

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05  Nov

Soul Motor

Oh yeah...
Grounded in our perceptions
Heartbeat encased in the shell
That temporarily binds us to
Our personal heavens and hells

Everything around me
Is fuzzled by the filters
Of our collective perceptions,
Swayed by all the worlds inflections

But the loudest beats that I hear
Are coming from the base of me
How deep I am willing to go
Is only limited by fear

Tossing aside all other noise for a bit
I listen to the beat of my own drum

    Pulsating through my soul
    Rising above it all
    Pulsating through my soul
    Rising, rising.. above it all

All that is worth knowing
Has a rhythm in tune with
Your own heartbeat
All the rest is just noise

Get in touch with the base
And let the ears stay open
As Soul Motor purrs to the
Waves in the rhythm

    Pulsating through my soul
    Rising above it all
    Pulsating through my soul
    Rising, rising.. above it all

What I choose to see
Is not exactly what others will see
What I choose to become
Will always be what I get

May I never fully become
May I always be evolving

~Freya Moon

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