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Text Box: Once again her soft seducing fingers have laid claim to my soul. She’s calling my name like she did so many years ago, and the need to feel her kiss overwhelms me sometimes. I take refuge in her arms on those nights when the internal battle for my soul is being waged by the Gods of the dark and the light. My spirit haunts the night, and under the warmth of its touch, my soul takes flight merging with the thoughts and dreams of other vampires like me wondering lost in search of somewhere to call home. A haven of sanctuary is found, a community of melancholy souls in search of answers Text Box: to the world’s troubles and sorrows tormenting their desperate souls. We ponder for hours into the wee hours before sunrise greets the earth waking its chosen children from a night of peaceful sleep. And for its troubled children still awake burdened by the weight of expectations, and that world potential, another day visits them-unwelcome, anonymously they will exist through the day safe from the prying eyes of a judgmental world. Millions of these souls will fall between the cracks, like the lost children of every generation and undetected they move ghosting through the day Text Box: waiting patiently until night falls so they can again walk the land unmolested and free to give voice to the person inside. Like a blind person blessed with a sixth sense of perception those who sleep in melancholy’s arms and drink her sweet seducing kiss every night have a heightened sense of awareness allowing them passage into the untapped part of the mind. When this area of the mind is stimulated, aroused, creative ideas flow seamlessly from the mind, to the fingertips and thoughts that once laid dormant and unappreciated will flash to brilliant life in Lucida Handwriting, Font 14 for Text Box: all the world to see giving birth on your computer screen. The day will eventually come when her sweet kiss won’t tempt me as much, only wistful reminisce will attempt to lure my thoughts into her abyss. Rainy days will no longer beckon me to its side in hopes of sharing its tears with me. For this day I wait, and just beyond the horizon I can see sunshine peeking between the clouds. Dean Jéan-Pierre 9-27-05 2:01 in the pm