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            <title>Burning burden.</title>
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					I am sad and my bed is empty
and no one is near. No one speaks. My dwelling is quiet except for the
dryer tumbling wet towels and the erratic off and on spurts of my
thought as I type the bullshit out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have all this love to burn
and sometimes it feels like there&amp;#39;s not a soul to feel it&amp;#39;s warmth. The
weight of it compiles and the want grows bigger, and becomes a burden
needing to be burned. So here I am lighting fire to it, as best I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I
want someone to love me, to fucking save me and make me whole through
compassion in every sense. I realized by the words of another that this
is an impossibility. No one can save anyone. No one can restore
another. That only person who can make me whole is myself, even if
someone comes along claiming to be my personal savior. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do
want someone to make the answers seem simple, even if the answers are
anything but. I want arms around me. I want someone to drive into me
and thrust my sadness, loneliness and pain away and MEAN it with every
muscle in their body. And afterwards, look at me and through through
the eyes, convey what was just done - a healing. Then, arms. Arms that
don&amp;#39;t let go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe there can be temporary bliss and restoration
but a dreamy completion from another can&amp;#39;t be. No one can save anyone.
I can only be there for the one&amp;#39;s I love and hope another at the right
time, or the other who is right, will open up, or come along and at
least stand behind me and beside me for the darker days, for the
healing, the happy moments that do come, and for the pleasure exchange
of caressing the soul&amp;#39;s wounds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I
wonder why more people don&amp;#39;t seize every opportunity they have to love
one another, especially those deserving and wealthy to give, especially
those who are so sore, aching and in need of a reckoning and a trusting
release. I wonder why some dwell on the pain and misery of others and
what they can&amp;#39;t have, or what is empty and lost and not worth saving.
Anyone can love another and one should, even if some are not worthy,
but there comes a time for weaning one&amp;#39;s self from the lesser worthy
and spreading hope, healing and faith to those who need it most. That
is my philosophy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I wish to say is I wish one would say, &amp;quot;Yes, I will save you.&amp;quot; That&amp;#39;s not going to happen. Yet I wish it would. So I will burn what I want and can&amp;#39;t have with hard words. Perhaps a new, soft growth will one day rekindle. In the meantime, I can shelter those I love with what is left of my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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