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He rang her doorbell, like a nervous child, and asked to kiss her
when her hair was a wild hurricane,
that took them to a secret garden a hair away
and became the branches of a willow tree.
Along a strand, they sat, between bookends of imposing oaks
and watched the wind paint ripples over the water,
drunkenly steering it like a jolly sailor.
Their feet hung limp, their toes like gnarled twigs
planting themselves into the sand.
Hundreds of birds as handsome as swans pulled out their beaks,
their fishing poles, and plunged themselves below the water's neckline.
Their satisfaction complete,
with ease they weightlessly floated into the air,
their wings flying them into the distance
and taking him
with them to some far off, distant land.
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So I wonder...with learning about limerence....can you only truly love a couple of times? So if you think you love two people at the same time, is that impossible? Can you truly love two people at the same time? Or do you love one more and lust for the other? What about relationships? Relationships...meaning friendships....roommateships? Here is an excerpt from my journal.
"...Why? Why couldn't I do those VERY simple things? I know why. Deep down I know-because I'm selfish. I don't like how I have been there for her constantly and she hasn't returned the favor when I know right now she can't. I know that because she is depressed she is acting different and she is no where near herself and it's projecting on to me and our room...and I don't like that. I don't like that for once, I'm not the depressed one, but the happy one and now the person I live with needs my help...and I'm not there to give it. I'm selfish. I've been a bitch. I KNOW what she's going through-I have felt her sadness and her anxiety, yet I can't...or I'm not doing anything for her...or I have chosen not to anymore...God! All day I have made her feel guilty for things. I have turned into a 'poor me'...I hate that I do that and that I am doing it to her...it's just hard. She is a reflection of me when I'm sad...and I can't face her reality because I need to live in my own."
What is reality? Needs create reality...so whatever someone needs in their life, that is their reality. How much reality can I afford? Truth or Reality? Reality encompasses the truth because the truth is manipulative...reality is that which I accept. Truth is an agreement about reality, it is what we make up, but we use them to communicate to other people. According to Cante...what is real is what is in my mind and what isn't in my mind is not real. Some people do not let external reality bother them...I suppose i have to let external reality affect me, but what about a subjective, internal reality? Perceptions that let me create from my own needs how much external reality I allow to enter. How do you know things? Do you listen to it here...or here? Is my heart wounded or waiting? Am I floating or am I swimming? Am I drowning? How are you? How am I? Was I good?
when her hair was a wild hurricane,
that took them to a secret garden a hair away
and became the branches of a willow tree.
Along a strand, they sat, between bookends of imposing oaks
and watched the wind paint ripples over the water,
drunkenly steering it like a jolly sailor.
Their feet hung limp, their toes like gnarled twigs
planting themselves into the sand.
Hundreds of birds as handsome as swans pulled out their beaks,
their fishing poles, and plunged themselves below the water's neckline.
Their satisfaction complete,
with ease they weightlessly floated into the air,
their wings flying them into the distance
and taking him
with them to some far off, distant land.
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So I wonder...with learning about limerence....can you only truly love a couple of times? So if you think you love two people at the same time, is that impossible? Can you truly love two people at the same time? Or do you love one more and lust for the other? What about relationships? Relationships...meaning friendships....roommateships? Here is an excerpt from my journal.
"...Why? Why couldn't I do those VERY simple things? I know why. Deep down I know-because I'm selfish. I don't like how I have been there for her constantly and she hasn't returned the favor when I know right now she can't. I know that because she is depressed she is acting different and she is no where near herself and it's projecting on to me and our room...and I don't like that. I don't like that for once, I'm not the depressed one, but the happy one and now the person I live with needs my help...and I'm not there to give it. I'm selfish. I've been a bitch. I KNOW what she's going through-I have felt her sadness and her anxiety, yet I can't...or I'm not doing anything for her...or I have chosen not to anymore...God! All day I have made her feel guilty for things. I have turned into a 'poor me'...I hate that I do that and that I am doing it to her...it's just hard. She is a reflection of me when I'm sad...and I can't face her reality because I need to live in my own."
What is reality? Needs create reality...so whatever someone needs in their life, that is their reality. How much reality can I afford? Truth or Reality? Reality encompasses the truth because the truth is manipulative...reality is that which I accept. Truth is an agreement about reality, it is what we make up, but we use them to communicate to other people. According to Cante...what is real is what is in my mind and what isn't in my mind is not real. Some people do not let external reality bother them...I suppose i have to let external reality affect me, but what about a subjective, internal reality? Perceptions that let me create from my own needs how much external reality I allow to enter. How do you know things? Do you listen to it here...or here? Is my heart wounded or waiting? Am I floating or am I swimming? Am I drowning? How are you? How am I? Was I good?