Date: Thu, 12 Dec 1996 08:12:52 -0500 To: Carolyn L Burke
From: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: a new emotion
we're all trapped; with nothing but a ceiling to stare at and ourselves to love, or believe we hate; but I don't believe we do...even the rattling ceiling cannot mezmerize me into hating myself. whether we collide with each other in cyberdom or otherwise, our lives are both insignificant, as she says; and significant, as he does.
What scares people from us is honesty I think. we look at ourselves and we see the truth; but this isn't what makes us eccentric, Buddhist, or otherwise...
What makes us diffrent is that we want to know. and that we care. Caring can be a lonely place but I am told it is worth it...
we must be confident; in no matter what we feel or say. the friction causes growth, and hurt, too. confidence with a grain of salt; or sand.
the beautiful girl on the bus reminds me often, of who I am, and who I desire to be:
But a fleeting vision in this place,
ever so softly stepping,
chaotic at times, and leaving an impression.
Why be more than this? Only the subtle differences. and I am here, moderator, at best.
here is my hand;
it's open wide
please take it both;
bring me inside
I know it's hard,
to see our truths;
as one the same
for me and you
The world I know
so very dear
can leave me cold;
fill me with fear
And now we're here
i'm learning fast,
a lonely place
But when all's said
and done and through
the ones you love
will love you you too
In the depths of depths of my heart; I believe this.