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Right?

I don’t feel right.

Not like myself.

Somethings missing.

And that something is peace.

And you’re so far away,

The peace leaves me alone everyday.

4.26.10

by Marianna Ruth Torres

Apr 26, 2010

"A Lunatic's Lament"

“The depth of a man’s soul can not be measured in a matter
of meters and fathoms, but rather it is in my opinion only quantified by his proximity to Heaven and Hell.

It was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern,bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter. Had it only been a different night, a different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub. drunken piano playing.

The events that transpired at that point would have undoubtedly been drastically different. I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives.”