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Through My Eyes: A Journal
By Liz Root
Contact Liz by emailing her at liz@vagrantcafe.com
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11/2/2002
well after 21 years, i'm finally experiencing the death of someone i knew and was friends with. it's going to be weird to look at pictures i have that he's in, and try to make my mind believe that he's not alive anymore. i guess this is a "death makes you think" post, but oh well. they say death is natural. i don't think that it is. i don't think we were ever meant to die, b/c otherwise you think it'd be easier to deal with. i won't go into a whole lot more detail at this time. i'm doing okay...mostly b/c he and i were never super close, and i haven't seen him a whole lot in the last year and a half or so. but still. i'll be clich‚ and say that it's always the people who were going to save the world that die when they're 23.
http://www.charlotte.com/mld/observer/4426853.htm
- liz r.
- 11/2/2002
10/30/2002
what is my warfare? what are these fighting words coming from my mouth? what is my warfare? what makes is so impossible to live with purpose? to discover meaning? what is this warfare? whose words are these, inciting me to to crack conformity into pieces. when did this become my vision? when did we become so blind? when did sight become so painful that we closed our eyes for good? who is this warrior? with open eyes, open ears, and an open mouth...
- liz r.
- 10/30/2002
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