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Spark ( 10 March 2004 - 9:01 p.m. ) Walking through town this afternoon, I noticed, most people's eyes are dull and worn, especially the older ones. There's no spark there, no feeling. It's either been ground out or they never had it. There's an old homeless man who sits along that road, and sometimes I stop to talk to him. He has the spark, the life. If he has managed to keep it, why can't everyone? All you have to do is to notice and to feel, really feel. Tak in others emotions, hold them within you. I'm sure you can do it. I realise now that what I feel is me, however painful it sometimes is. I will always live half in some kind of dream world, although actually that dream world is part of my real world. I see things that aren't physically there, but they are now less real, no less powerful, so I have to let them come. And maybe, just maybe, I can now begin to handle it. I will still cry and feel crippling pain, but I can now stop it from destroying me completely. It may get close, but it will never succeed. | |||||||||