<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958097920030779394</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:41:37.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty, Filth, Truth, and Lies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaelenlaurel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958097920030779394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaelenlaurel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489552484435214558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtIr7O7q1yo/SWOjwNarvUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/unHqJKK3Ze8/S220/IMG00054.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958097920030779394.post-3654015813494319701</id><published>2009-01-05T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:21:01.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first of many.</title><content type='html'>Can one...change?&lt;br /&gt;If it is explained to you enough times, are you sure to understand it?&lt;br /&gt;Is WANT enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is WILL enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bruised my own heart. It is not his fault. His only mistake was sharing what he felt. Which is not a mistake at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been heard.&lt;br /&gt;But not loud enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I scream? Ball my fists? Stomp my feet? Would that really make my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what bothers me more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact that hot, embarassing tears fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability is a tricky thing. I allow myself to feel vulnerable when I feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how safe I feel anymore. But I can't just take the vulnerablity back.&lt;br /&gt;Catch my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its vague. Perhaps I'll be able to shed more light at a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958097920030779394-3654015813494319701?l=gaelenlaurel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gaelenlaurel.blogspot.com/feeds/3654015813494319701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gaelenlaurel.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-of-many.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958097920030779394/posts/default/3654015813494319701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958097920030779394/posts/default/3654015813494319701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gaelenlaurel.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-of-many.html' title='The first of many.'/><author><name>Gaelen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00489552484435214558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtIr7O7q1yo/SWOjwNarvUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/unHqJKK3Ze8/S220/IMG00054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
