May 28, 1992

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I wrote a letter to emptiness but lost the address. I sought out the curves of my stars. I ran toward apathy but saw scattered dreams in a coffin. I was told to be practical. I walked through a smoke screen and ignored my instincts. I saw a future of formality’s as passion sat in a cage. I wrote another letter to emptiness and it was returned to sender. A bold red stamp was on the bottom of the letter. Find yourself.

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  5. This is simply beautiful. Sometimes letters should be marked in the bold red stamp of “Return to Sender”. Perhaps more needs to be said, not enough or nothing at all. Just let it be. Finding yourself is the best, BEST, life experience I’ve ever had the joy to have and there is more of me to discover. Pretty stoked about it too!!!!!

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