| AND after the days unknown or after the bomb of living here borne the emptiness which widens of the many thousands gone who have walked in these paths to some extent thought these thoughts to some length though not of my culture could have been a young boy or an old girl in mind, I feel they were here on this ball once, or as a friend of mine calls it on this rock, this earth... And when this hole of the missing opens up and calls, calls not to danger but to rapture up to "happier times" to times of fullness to the best of moments when it seemed all were here, all in all of they who were but are, and have to be. Now cant even recognize the calling voices anymore so I know I have to remain on this side of living. Those days are over this must be better because they lead to this… This moment has outdone them. And its time to open my arms. |
| Entry No:29 How do we like it? Many Thousands Call |
| How do we like it? ID 1948... |
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