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Something strange has happened. Everytime she comes out of nowhere. A different solution to a problem I never knew I had. Usually I run towards her. Usually she chases after me. Usually no longer exists. I have no sense of security except in truth. Nor have I any ideas regarding what that means. Actually. I am no longer saddened by your unresponsiveness. I do not judge your silence. Rather, I trust it all. There's no sense of panic or immediacy. No fear, no regrets, nothing that came before. And it's weird. I feel like knowing you should make me write poetry like all the others. Each unique in how they struck my heart and enabled her expression of that very sensation,...of their multitude,...of their complexity,...of,....
but you don't make me do that. You, at least, knowing you, makes me call. Makes me text. Makes me smile at times, and feel warmly that you're a good person and that we shall be happy and make one another happy,...but there's no surge of emotion as before. No bursting forth,...just living. Daily experiences. sharing what is, rather than trying to define who or what or how we might be to one another. No expectations, and yet there's an understanding there. I feel like the understanding carries beyond any other reality. Beyond and within all that we are.I feel like we've already been here. we know one another thoroughly. yet the spark is there. the flint catching with areas of atmosphere and making them bounce with a fierceness unmistakeable. Maybe the flint doesnt even understand the beauty of what she's doing,..but all about can share in her expression, in her warmth and indeed there's something about her complete lack of self awareness that makes those about her rejoice even more deeply, more softly and in ways that reduce them, to themselves proper in thet time. Catharsis knows no bounds.
I'm drinking a glass of red wine and not feeling guilty. I'm loving my life and not being scared. I'm ready ...yes...and finally, it's getting to be fun! Finally. I know i can be who and how i am, and that that's enough. It is. I cant explain how inept and unworthy i have been feeling. im not even afraid to "fail" anymore. there's no such thing. life is beyond failure. love is without such ideas. we are timeless, infinite and greatly pleasing to many eyes! Lsts shine : P
but you don't make me do that. You, at least, knowing you, makes me call. Makes me text. Makes me smile at times, and feel warmly that you're a good person and that we shall be happy and make one another happy,...but there's no surge of emotion as before. No bursting forth,...just living. Daily experiences. sharing what is, rather than trying to define who or what or how we might be to one another. No expectations, and yet there's an understanding there. I feel like the understanding carries beyond any other reality. Beyond and within all that we are.I feel like we've already been here. we know one another thoroughly. yet the spark is there. the flint catching with areas of atmosphere and making them bounce with a fierceness unmistakeable. Maybe the flint doesnt even understand the beauty of what she's doing,..but all about can share in her expression, in her warmth and indeed there's something about her complete lack of self awareness that makes those about her rejoice even more deeply, more softly and in ways that reduce them, to themselves proper in thet time. Catharsis knows no bounds.
I'm drinking a glass of red wine and not feeling guilty. I'm loving my life and not being scared. I'm ready ...yes...and finally, it's getting to be fun! Finally. I know i can be who and how i am, and that that's enough. It is. I cant explain how inept and unworthy i have been feeling. im not even afraid to "fail" anymore. there's no such thing. life is beyond failure. love is without such ideas. we are timeless, infinite and greatly pleasing to many eyes! Lsts shine : P