September 22, 2007

Family, they say..
Are the friends which cannot be chosen.
Your blessed or cursed with them…
For the rest of days alive.

No matter how psychotic…
No matter how insane…
No matter that the hate runs through you,
Still your family remains.

Through the good and the bad…
Though the lonely and the sad…
They can be the white light from the sky
Or the lava boiling in the depths.
They steer their ugly heads into matters which do not relate..
Do they understand the word “understand”…
Do they feel the pain you are in..

I feel that nothing is as profound…
Than the being within yourself.
Withing the soul, heart and mind
And everything in between
No matter who you family remains..
Nothing is as swift than the soul that you are!


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