When the world around me was cold and hard, the soft and warm inner self was shrunk down, encased in concrete, and buried deep, so that i would never find it again. It was just too painful to hold onto. Now that the world around me is warm and soft, i sense a small cold and hard spot. It's deep down, just under the surface and out of sight, and It makes me wonder about myself.
I also remember the first time I saw the movie "The Thin Red Line". I cried a little. I cried because some of what was talked about hit REALLY close for me, and I thought were all too true. Now years later, it's all a faded memory, but that cold and hard spot, buried deep down remains.
How's that for deep thoughts, eh?
