Hello. Where are you? Here. Where? Right here. Can you feel that? Yes. That's me. I see. Yes. You feel like me. I am.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
The Guide To Grace When Falling Apart
Hello. Where are you? Here. Where? Right here. Can you feel that? Yes. That's me. I see. Yes. You feel like me. I am.
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Oh there you are, Me. Hello.
I love everything about this post.
you bring smiles to faces. you're cool.
why do you build me up?
and later...what?
you're there..im here...
you say this..you say that..
what's next?
I dig this one, a lot.
it's like..
you're here but not really..
or
i'm here, but not really..
Often times the healing touch we seek comes from within.
:-)
<3 this, Iain.
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that's smart !
what's the sense of this message? i want to get it, but fail...
The person you're looking for is often yourself.
That was the meaning I had when I wrote it but I'm sure other people have found better ones.
<3
Thanks, Me. So if I am looking for a person, who is actually me, then I am the only one I need?
The rest is up to you <3
Yes, I am.
hello? i'm still here. don't act like i'm not.
i'm still here.
And I'm being such a weirdo that I sometimes say goodmorning and goodnight to myself,not because I don't have other people to talk to but because the person living inside me could use a nice little conversation.
Thank you Iain.I really do need myself.
I can't find you.
You're brilliant. I wish i can write and imagine as much as you... =)
Is this written for me?
this is love ♥
Once upon a time the stunningly beautiful, gorgeous and talented love of Mr. Isea's life noticed him skating at the local ice skating rink. Without a doubt and commonsense, his aura of coolness overshadowed and shattered her normally keen eye for the good fruit when he slid to a halt showering her perfectly done exterior with an icy shower. From that day forth, this solidly formed multi-elemental sculpture always held a special place in the gorgeous woman's life, rightfully so, right? He had everything. Every quality in a man she ever dreamed of such as tending to her every need, wanting to know her inside and out, observing her emotion and showing affection like an affluent international love machine. Oh and he actually called her too. A thermometer near his overcoming maverick aura would surely drop below the temperature of her fully stocked Otter Pop freezer. Age and Otter Pops held no correlation to the maverick, however, he had his fair share of trials with a tongue stuck to a few icy poles. It was rumored he moved to Alaska, bunked with Eskimos after the machine beating emotion through routes engrained in appendages first experienced the intensity of twisted glass shards violently twisting a gaping hole through his still wounded heart. His eyes are kind and emotion bearing and although he tries his very best to never show his absolute, undying love for the love of his life he kept relentlessly trying until one day... {to be continued} :::suspense:::
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