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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Image: Alexander Butler
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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Image: @thafyneprynt
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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Image: @ThaFynePrynt
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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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.
Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com.
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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Photo: Cara Moulds
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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Photo: wallpoper
Chained bodies
Shackled minds
Truths told
Lies accepted
Devastation wrought
Both then, And now.
Systems designed
Oppression in mind
Flight is necessary
Traveling papers are costly
Many aspire
Few obtain
More are caught up
Engulfed by power unseen.
In circumstance
Trapped
Stolen
Herded
Stripped
Caged
Stripped once more
But this time of more than clothes.
Released into a maze
Designed from inception
With no exit in mind
Rejection
Frustration
Denigration
Litigation
And begins the cycle
Once more.
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Photo: @thafyneprynt
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
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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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Photo: @thafyneprynt
The Fyne Prynt 