When it is turned on it’s side and spilling over rushing towards the edge ready to slide down; it’s warmth speeding forward covering everything in it’s path and pooling effortlessly together, right, before …. it falls.
Will you be there? Will you be ready?
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There are some moments that are so filled with emotion that no amount of loud or quiet or peace or logic can ever set them free. The feelings that are so real as to nearly take on a life of their own. They wake, un beckoned, steering our thoughts towards a precipice of desire ending at a destruction that all at once leaves us whole, yet, in pieces. These moments are for the living and when not lived, gnaw at our innermost selves as doubt, regret and longing. How peculiar we are to rather choosing longing over losing at the end of a well lived moment.
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My Dearest Love,
You have sparked a new thing in me. Perhaps new isn’t the best description though. It has always been here but so close to death as to have been forgotten. For so long, curled up and tucked away. How ever did you know? How ever did you recognize?
In Awe,
Your Dearest Heart
My Dearest Heart,
There has not been a day or moment that I have not been a part of you. Living in your hopes, breathing in your desires – I have always been the whisper in your heart letting you know that there is more here for you. For as long as you allow those words – no matter how quietly – I am here.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love
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a touch of honey for the dripping
a bit of chocolate for the sucking
a few sweet berries for the nibbling
a dabble of whipped cream for the licking
a hint of vanilla for the remembering
just the right amount of warmth for the complete satisfaction
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I thought a lot of thoughts that day,
Before. Making. My. Decision.
Was it worth it? Did it matter?
And would you even care? Would today be the final notice, the last indicator of whatever used to be between us?
Or was there ever anything beyond what rested in my mind? In my heart? In my spirit? In my telling of the tale? Perhaps it was all fiction made up purely by a lustful body sending words to my head that never actually crossed my lips. That certainly were never real life?
There were so many thoughts thought that day that I nearly missed the moment. The moment provided to us by fate? By happenstance? By the universe hurling us ever toward one another?
Is it toward or is that too a place that I have designed because of the seemingly insatiable need to be where you are? Perhaps it is apart? Apart is where all things eventually end right? No matter what is said, what is heard, what is felt? There is always the end?
I thought a lot of thoughts that day. Before. Making. My. Decision.
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My Dearest Love,
I do not quite know what to make of these things, these words that are filling up my space. These words that somehow feel as though they are filling me to the brim and draining me dry. Will it always be this way?
Always,
Your Dearest Heart
My Dearest Heart,
There are so many moments that we only recognize once they have passed. It is rare indeed to carry on a life lived in this very moment. Right now is all we truly have but still, we believe in the promise of tomorrow.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love
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My Dearest Love,
Recently I found myself absentmindedly sitting and listening to ticking of the clock. Its steady pace and lulling rhythm make it so easy to forget what is actually happening. Each tick, each tock build up and up and up until they explode into eternity; etched in forever.
Patiently,
Your Dearest Heart
—- —- —- —- —- —–
My Dearest Heart,
It is never easy to give away something so precious as love. It is as if you are giving away a very real, very tangible part of yourself. The care it takes just to bundle it up is enough to cause the sincerest of doubts. And of course, once it begins it’s journey, there is no return to sender.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love
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As we dress it up, add color, remove stains; the past takes on a peculiar beauty. It is still as the eye of the beholder would see it but if shown to others it would not be recognized as actuality.
Perhaps this is what is happening to YOU, about me.
I AM me today. And although I was me yesterday, and days and years past, it is not the SAME me as today.
Denying a person’s PRESENT truth is perhaps the best way to let them know that you do not care. Thinking of THEN, layering it on NOW for the benefit of your beautiful dream serves good to no one.
Being unwilling to make today ABOUT today is evidence that perhaps the PAST is all that you deserve TODAY.
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The desire to be wrapped up {in love}.
The desire to not get knocked down {by love}.
The desire to be brilliant {at love}.
Even when there is no guarantee {of love}.
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It’s so impressive how busy-ness can so swiftly and succinctly take you off course. After a “busy” week I’ve realized that four days have passed without a single post! {the horror!}
And it’s not just that I haven’t posted but I only *finished* two creative “thoughts” in seven days! It’s interesting to undertake this personal challenge of writing here every day because I realize just how easy it really is to set aside personal pursuits for necessary ones.
This dis-pursuit brings all those self-help and how-to pieces into greater perspective though. Notions such as time wasters; creating and committing to priorities; and setting aside time to follow through are all necessary to being {or becoming} successful.
I will do better!
And so ends today’s random thought-burst.
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