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In the eyes of the forsaken soul, silly hearts of tomorrow seem to have been damned for eternity.
Never will they have the chance to taste the putrid grime of reality, only the sweet nectar of death.
Yet ignorance is bliss, their eyes should be left closed for if their simple minds even caught a glimpse, a glimpse of the truth, they would break down the door of insanity, creating chaos, and chasing the horizon of self destruction. Now the souls that have been forsaken, due to their enlightenment, have learned to dwell in this barren land of loneliness. Still at times they grow weak, thier frail bodies slowly bend under the horrible burden of truth.
On rare occasions they betray themselves yearning to be in touch with anyone else, and though this may amount to nothing, it may also destroy their individuality. Those who do survive, live always facing the trials of time.
Their only reward is to realize the essence of immortality.
They are the keepers of reality, reality seen through the minds eye, and there is but one place they may gather to unite and draw strength from one another, sharing their pains, joys, hopes and dreams, through a language common to them all, poetry.
That place is here, ************!
© 2004 Antonio Hurtado
