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I have not come to realize.  Well, I have realized but at the same time I haven't. One will realize many things throughout their life. Some of these will be less significant. But, it will be these less significant relizations that will shape you.  Being able to realize is difficult to do.  Most minds will but the mind won't accept the realization. Not everything will be realized in a person's life.  Because, if all was realized then one would have no reason to live. I am not completely realized.

The winter storm brings a chill to my spine. Winds blowing, twirling, biting at my face. The snow should melt away, that would be fine. Instead, the world has become an awful place. Maybe I am bitter due to the weather. For it could make anyone run and hide. Or perhaps it's cold things, all together. Everything is building up inside. I want to crawl into a hole and sleep. I know that it must be much warmer there. All this cold is getting in way down deep. I want to run, but I can go nowhere. The cold weather makes me cold on the outside. Inside? Other problems I just cannot hide.

A young man sits and stare across the library Across from him he sees a young lady in distraught Her hands moving all about in different thinking positions One could tell she was musing about something He accidently mouths, "What is wrong, do you need any help?" She looks up perplexed and says, "Help is whatever a person can supply to someone, that can make the situation become more clear."

It has a two-faced personality. Smooth like plastic, but rough like salt. Its blue like the sky, and brown like the dirt. Straight like a ruler, but curvy like a belly dancer. Dots like a polka dotted skirt, and holes like a teenager's face. It is a two-tone colored, piece of pottery.

After dressing myself, I look at the mess I made the night before. It looks like quite a show must have gone on too bad I wasn't awake to see it, or was I? Whatever the case, it must now be cleaned. I wonder to myself while cleaning, "Why must I do this? When I am positive the same thing will happen tomorrow." But I keep working And think to myself, "What did I dr…". I am cut off from this thought, as I hear my mom yelling, "Are you done making your bed yet?!"

I close my eyes to sleep You are there like an angel Your lips shining like diamonds Your skin is smooth as a fresh apple Your blue eyes are like the night sky Your hair like freshly plowed fields I keep this thought in my mind I drift off to a sleep with you watching me

China's Chief Executive announces commodity boom. One strong candidate quickly responds. She responds by freezing capacity. He demands dynamic retooling. She measures down cents. He demands questions and expects a timetable. She announces plant closures and demands competitors. He expects drastic consumption. She represents credit markets. He represents China's capacity.