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A flash in the dark, all night I wait, wait for sleep to come. Up and down no peace to be found. Wonder and write, remember reflect, try to be deep and then light all in one. Writing can not be an effort it must flow from inside. It can not be forced, it must intertwine the words, time, wisdom or ignorance shines through. One will surely be obtained. Writing is a freedom a privilege we take it for grant it, that all can share and talk as we do. Fear grasp so many to a point beyond our comprehension. I find in my most miserable lows or highest highs is when it is at its best. Some will understand what I say, some will be lost and then of course those who think they know or maybe they do know and it is me that is lost and confused. Humor at its best. Wonder if humor can flow in darkness, I am not sure sometimes it is hard to separate the light from the dark, normalcy from complete complication. Reality from a world within our own minds. It flows , but I wonder if it make sense, as my mind races in total exhaustion. Sleep deprived. Then you blink and it is gone. Try as you may and try as you might you can not enter the world you just left. Sadness! Peace!! Oh well! LOL, Life goes on!