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Oceans

Posted on March 18, 2014March 18, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

To what depths can love carry you on the expanse of it’s wings? Beyond the shallows of lust? Sinking past the midlevels of like? Rushing towards the ocean floor only to find that it goes deeper still?

Sailing to the ends of the earth in celebration of an indescribable feeling then back again at it’s inevitable demise. Trading that trip though for nothing that can bought or sold.

The end of love is the beginning of a new life, a new set of wings awaiting their first flight. Ready to venture to the depths that only love knows.

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Be

Posted on March 16, 2014March 16, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

This moment is for living. Be engulfed by its warmth, it’s brilliance. It’s magic and singularity will never come again.

Be windswept and audacious, be awestruck and be kind. Make music and cause laughter, make love and be divine.

Ask questions and never settle, be inspired and be an inspiration. Learn when silence is golden and when it’s necessary to be loud.

Do what brings you joy. Take small steps towards big goals and dive headlong into dreams.

Let disappointments become stones to step rather than burdens to bear and look forward to tomorrow but do not lay bets on seeing its arrival.

This moment is for living. Be engulfed by its warmth, it’s brilliance. It’s magic and singularity will never come again.

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Letters {Number 3}

Posted on March 11, 2014March 11, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
Certainly it has been ages since last we embraced; since last we spoke a thousand words without ever parting our lips. I could never have imagined someone having such power to move me that when we are apart I feel as though I’m perpetually standing still.
Ever,
Your Dearest Heart
—- —- —- —- —- —- —-
My Dearest Heart,
Has it yet been proven that emotion also moves at the speed of light? Traversing moments and miles and memories even before we can even wrap our minds around what is happening? Even if there is no science that explains it, I know that it is real.
Always,
Your Dearest Love

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Desire

Posted on March 8, 2014March 8, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

You have escaped my grasp far more times than I ever thought I could get so close to possessing you. You have become the story I tell myself on lonely nights and endless days. An indelible part of my life that somehow I crave and despise all at once. It seems so unlikely that I would have fallen for your lines. Yet, there you are crashing through my dreams and here I am wishing hoping wanting lusting begging working struggling to make you mine. Doing whatever I can manage in order to ensnare you. But perhaps that is the problem really. Striving to take possession of a thing that is meant only to be held briefly, let go, and chased once more — ultimately leads to trouble.

And so, again, I am chasing after you.

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Blocked

Posted on March 7, 2014March 7, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

motivation on minimal
inspiration on ice
thoughts thinning with each day
creativity being crushed under the weight of the mundane

Words are soaring, flying high … and leaving me behind.

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Questioning?

Posted on March 4, 2014March 4, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

How can we continue to let time create this space that is defining us and aging us, chipping apart the timelessness of what we both felt we had found that day?

What has happened to the restlessness of those two spirits once lost, colliding into one another and praising the moment at which they had been found again?

How is it possible that the thing that searched out and heartened to and and bade longingly for just one chance be fading into darkness?

Can it be true or even possible that a thing so solid, under pressure, be reduced to particles floating through air landing dustily in areas unknown?

Is it so easy to lay down the flames once carried, even while knowing that everything they touch will burn away into nothingness?

Will we wake from hopes and dreams and wishes then realize that what was between us, what we once thought was forever, is actually no more?

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Going Down

Posted on February 27, 2014February 27, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

You

Make

Want

Scream

Shout

Dream

Desire

Love

Dance

Whisper

Lust

Lay

Understand

Forgive

Falter

Fail

Begin Again

Scream

Shout

Dream

Desire

Love

Dance

Whisper

Lust

Lay

Understand

Forgive

Understand

Falter

Fall

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{Untitled}

Posted on February 26, 2014February 26, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

It is struggling to make a move, to escape the walls that have kept it confined for so long.
So many denials acting as conduits for unexpressed pain and grief.
The battles always seem more than too much to bear …
Closed doors, glass ceilings, gossip girls and fake pearls all lined up in a row.
The judging feels endless, relentlessly plucking away at every fiber.
Character, quality, content, can-do attitude rarely, if ever, make the final cut.
But she keeps pushing.
He keeps pressing.
Fighting back against everything fighting to hold it down.
Until finally … confidence, again breaks free.

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Purgatory

Posted on February 25, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Although she had no memory of having done so, she was certain that a decision had been made. She remained as still as she could possibly be, hoping that her stillness would bring everything back into focus. But the longer she sat there, the more time seemed to halt, offering no glimpse of change.
She had a sense that there were things or people all around her in various stages of motion but her mind simply would not allow her to process the scene.
Was that a child zipping around?
Whose phone was that and why weren’t they answering?
Was there someone speaking loudly in a very one-sided conversation?
What is that on the walls? Fake photos of fake scenery?
And what was that smell?!!

Oh dear lord! How long have I been sitting in this waiting room?!!

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Letters {Number 22}

Posted on February 24, 2014February 24, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

My Dearest Love,
A strange thing happened. I was walking along the tree path, you know, the one that is beautiful and overwhelming and frightening and beautiful again? I was walking and there were butterflies fluttering in a group that was larger than any I had ever seen. As I walked closer, to get a better look, they immediately dispersed. In that moment I became filled with sadness and dismay. How is it possible to witness such beauty without you by my side?
Ever,
Your Dearest Heart
— — — — — — —
My Dearest Heart,
People always make mention that “time flies when you’re having fun”. But there’s never a mention of what time does when you’re “longing”, when you can’t imagine having to spend even one more minute away from the place you would really rather be. Can time stand still?
It feels like it.
Always,
Your Dearest Love

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