RAMBLING JOT THOUGHTS OF LOVE WITH NO ENDING
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CLOSE That year I remember The rains were late. It rained most of May. I know how close the Rains brought us, We'd lay in close the whole day. As the rains danced down our windows We vowed we'd never be apart. It's raining now- You are not here Yes you are! But - it's only in my heart.
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In hopes that more men and women will be able to let their sensitive issues become more open and less hidden within in a private manner as so many people do today, I share these thoughts. Men and women should be able to let their private issues in such areas as “Love” be less threatening to their masculinity and less dangerous as a weakness or sign of being frail, in women. Most of one's life, the real feelings and emotions are kept within oneself, not to be shared with others. This culture we live in does not allow men to really live a life of "free expression" when it comes to inner feelings, as it tends to project a weakness in character that the male doesn't want to have to deal with, therefore allowing them to retain the “macho” imagine expected of them. For the women, it will provide a way to preserve their inner thoughts as they build an archive of their life. A method to preserve all of one's thoughts, free from judgment of peers and loved ones, as one would write in a daily diary for future reminiscing. It is my hope that after reading such inner thoughts, many people will be able to be set free from such inhibitions that prevent one from completely enjoying the real world of expressed communication freedom. To be able to pick up a pen and put your thoughts to paper in any situation is to, often, release communication that one verbally cannot express in true meaning. So often our thoughts are only passing images that cannot be recalled and to be able to store them, as we live them, is of personal importance when we attempt to recall our thoughts and the meanings they had when they happened.