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I was awake, but I felt as if I were sleeping. In a crowded dormitory, surrounded by human beings twice condemned, I was held hostage. The moving lips, like hummingbirds in motion, moved, but made no sound. It seemed the can of liquid depression that I held between my fore-fingers as I sat inhaling amplified the tired cynic locked away in the deepest parts of my being. I took another swig, and allowed the numbness to envelop me. The lips of the owners continued to move on flushed cheeks and painted smiles, and at that moment I knew that their happiness was a lie; that beneath it were the endless pits of death, where love cannot be found among them. My heart broke for them, and I remembered what if felt like to care. But I was afraid. So I took another swig, and let the numbness wash over any thing that might endanger the walls I took so long build.

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Kev.  

I can’t stop thinking of Him. Just by thinking of Him I am flooded by His presence. And I love it. I love Him. He has become everything, literally. We spend time together in the secrecy of our thoughts, the world oblivious to what is all around them. He will be faithful to what He promised me. One day I will see His face, and I will never look away again. 

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Kev.

My mind began to slip steadily as I sat through an incredibly boring lecture at my university, the minute hand of the clock moving the way an exhausted Olympic runner would move at the wake of the finish line. I didn’t know it then, but I was preoccupied by something else. Or someone else, for that matter. In the middle of sea of monotone sound, I remembered Him. As I did, I remembered who I was, and what I was. He was right there, in the temple of my heart. He rejoiced when I called to Him, and sent a tangible release of euphoria throughout my being so strong that I could cry. How intimate our consummation was, right in the midst of souls twice condemned, that I forgot my presence there. I was with Him. And I was loved.

Kev. 

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