And as we touch, I can never tell if you are touching me or I am touching you.
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Lovers Bleed Into Each Other
And as we touch, I can never tell if you are touching me or I am touching you.
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I love you. I sincerely, deeply, confidently, nakedly love you. Flaws and all, and I always will. With all of my heart.
To touch is to be touched.
were you there with us yesterday?
In love, one and one are one - Jean-Paul Sarte
♥
In the end, I wonder if it even matters, as long as we are touching.
beautiful
you are still beautiful to me..
i love you kr.
if i would have been there, we would remember every moment like special
<3
We've touched, I knew I touched you because I felt wonderful at that time. Have you ever touched me back or just wanted to have the warmth of my body next to you for a temporary gratification?
In my mind, we are alone.
And we touch.
our love still touch, when our lips, our skin, our hearts will beat together?
To you,
Because we are as one with each other when we touch.
From, your boy
its time to touch, its time to get rid of the past, and be happy together
Doctor! Doctor! Transfuse me!
If I flow into you
will you flow into me?
Make it a river
a waterfall
a flood
a tsunami
of you, only you.
Bleed, bleed,
bleed, you all
into me
leave nothing,
nothing out
I will save you.
Your touch is melting
my universe.
In love, one and one are one - Jean-Paul Sarte
♥
To touch is to be touched
You are two. But you are one. What is the difference? Touch. Touching creates a greater whole. This is the fundamental principle of existence, in my opinion. It's more than just a way of looking at creation. It is the very nature of love.
Everything exists in pairs. Love. Yin, and yang. Muscles that push, and contract. Electrons and protons that eternally dance. Night and day. Gravity, and being in love. Yes, and No. Vaginas and penises. Pistils and stamens. Pizza and indigestion. Candy bars, and regret. Birds and bees. Wait? Is that a pair? Hmmm. I may be getting carried away here.
it will never be the same touch without us, destiny is us, it was us, it will be us
The problem with this blog, is that everyone knows who you is but no one knows which you you is.
Are you you? Am I you?
Pizza and indigestion. Candy bars, and regret.
LMAO
Maybe you're just looking at it the wrong way.
Pizza and good times. Candy bars and tiny moments of pure bliss..
I like it when you get carried away. Can I get carried away with you?
Are you my you? Am I your you?
Maybe we should use secret handshakes? Codes? Pulling on your left ear lobe?
It would be very boring, of course, but, if we get really really desperate, we could start using names. :)
Of course, there's another problem. I might find out I am not really your you, after all, leave with a broken heart.
If I'm your you, and you're my you, there will be no broken hearts. A few hurts will probably slip through, but nothing we can't handle if you're my you.
word verification: tater
:)
Can I get carried away with you?
I will carry you up, and down. Over and across. In, and out. over and under. YES! YES! YES!
Is that clear? If not clear, ask me again.
Assuming, of course, that you're you. In not, then I'll try to carry you to your you, where ever your you may be.
How can YOU be certain I am your you? What if you try to carry away the wrong you?
She'll bite me.
Lots of shes bite. What if she bite because you're the wrong you?
That's what I'm afraid of. Maybe I'll just nibble back.
gay? well, yes I am happily excited, merry, keenly alive and exuberant and having or inducing high spirits! thanks for noticing.
like a dark room inside the after-hours boooOOOOOoooooowhhh lol
It's me if you're you! I feel you! I love you!
word verification:
Struss
Purrrfect with the exception of a "U" instead of an "E'
yes, you can feel me, but you can't see me, and now what?
If I'm your you, and you're my you
Suppose I know you that are my you, but you, obstinate as always, seem oblivious to that fact?
♥
I know you know it's me for the way I write the "a" it's very special
I am just being me. Everything I have said and done is just me. I don't lie. I've been lied to way too many times.
I know it's you because I just know.
ok, so who are you? because I could be confused too
Maybe you're just looking at it the wrong way.
I have always admired, even aspired, at times, to be Buddhist. To conquer desire. To accept the world, as it is. To be happy with one has, rather than to suffer for that which is out of one's reach. What is, is.
Problem is, I get hungry.
T
I know you know it's me for the way I write the "a"
Are you also the one who writes upside down question marks?
oooooooooooopppppps!
This naive people is learning a lot ..... mmmmmmmmhmmmmmm lol
If we really knew who all the you's are, wouldn't that be less fun?
Masked Balls are places of romance, intrigue, mystery, where peasants and toads mingle with kings and beauties.
(OK. Not many peasants were invited.)
I don't write upside down question marks.
OK, have it your way. I can masquerade with the best of them.
Miss Philosophy,
T?
From these cryptic posts of yours, I get the feeling like you and R2D2 might be compatible.
OK...
I don't understand T :(
I don't understand what you mean by R2D2...I must have missed that submission...can you be a bit clearer. I'm not understanding much myself either. Thanks! :)
There seem to be so many signs pointing to you being my you, but just as many signs pointing to your you not being I.
Maybe it is a trick of the mind. Maybe my heart wants too much for my you to be looking for me.
I am obstinate, yes. Oblivious to you? Perhaps it is because the path to you is obscure. Maybe I cannot see your through the mask.
Maybe we should have decided on a secret code, before making the up separately.
my word verification is chopor. I don't know why I am so amused by that.
I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t.
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I don't get it
I really have to stop thinking I might, in fact, get it. Because I don't get it.
The heart plays tricks, on itself, and others.
Perhaps the word verification is really a poet, hiding from the world?
chopor:
"chop" + "stupor"
"pass the chopsticks and pour me some tea"
"don't make porkchops out of poor little pigs"
Those are a few of my favourite things!!!
Word Ver: Pectunc
Kisses = MuahXx
Tun = Music
C = See
What more do you need?
soon I will be a woman ...... soon I will need a man
Well then you are NOT for ME and I am NOT for YOU.. I am a woman and I'm straight. Sorry.
Word ver: hidat
You're smart you can figure that one out right?
The heart does not play tricks on anyone, but it is susceptible to tricks being played upon it. Especially the more open the heart is to finding what it is looking for, because of its willingness to enter into the unknown.
True, but you have to take chances in life. Maybe now is your chance. I'm not hear to hurt anyone. I swear, with my right hand over my heart.
here*
Let me rephrase:
I'm not here to hurt anyone, but I knew I could quite possible hurt myself in the end.
People think too much :/
you can break your heart because you must have too much hopes. The future is uncertain, forget it :)
You can't force Love
can you imagine what would happen if people didn't think too much.
none of us would be here, en masse, looking for you, or seeing you in ourselves, for one thing.
we'd be lifeless, loveless.
I don't know what to say anymore. I'm not forcing anything.
I think all the time. I wouldn't want to live life without thinking too much.
Think about it
not thinking doesn't mean not to think, means going abstractal.
Of course you must think that is why you have a mind :)
who is looking for who?
not here for that at allllll
:)
I have some respect, which I don't think is what .... but I have it, so I don't say some things. Is selective respect of course lol
Susane,
I disagree. I think not thinking means going numb, while thinking means going abstractal.
And though yes, our mind is for thinking, doesn't mean everybody uses it.
Susane is a leader of men (and women too, of course). Since she came out of the closet of Anonymity, I'm coming out too.
Here's an interesting video on leadership:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW8amMCVAJQ&feature=player_embedded
That I have the respect is good, for someone like me! lucky you ....
The problem with coming out of the closet of Anonymity is that who will vouch for you that you are indeed you? I could use a name so that Legion Anonymii may identify me, but essentially I will be no less anonymous than before.
What is in a name, after all?
That was an excellent video on leadership Seve-O. Thanks for sharing with the class here...
Why do you need any to vouch for you? Are you ashamed to be you?
There is nothing in a name. I know who you are. So, it's whatever. The question is...are you a leader? Do you know who you are and all the good you could bring if you just saw it in yourself?
Are you going to be that shirtless dancing man? Or are you just going to be shirtless?
I meant that with all do respect.
PS you're being a real chmenel (word ver) right now!
What is in a name, after all?
Nothing, really, unless it is your name, whispered into your ear, by the one you love.
Fraud is big business. The internet, affairs of state, and the human psyche all traffic in fraud, lies, and betrayal as the normal course of events.
It really isn't important, don't you agree, that the name one uses here is their name outside the blog? Who cares? It just helps keep track of who wrote which comments, and who holds which opinions.
Of course, it is possible that a poster may go about, to and fro, changing one's name. Imagine a poor poster, having used several different names, trying to remember what he/her said, in which post, using which name. It could turn out to be a full-time research project.
I'd guess that if a poster changes his name, it's to express a particularly private thought, where anonymity insulates vulnerability.
My word verification was "supbo". OK. Where is my soup bowl?
Are you going to be that shirtless dancing man? Or are you just going to be shirtless?
Can I take off more than just my shirt, after I finish dancing?
Some people enjoy when a crowd look at them, I don't. So I have to drink something. But there are some stuff that passionates me more so that becomes like uuummmmmhh something bad but necessary. I can't run away and I know. :)
Is that confusing enough?
Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it.
I lie when I say I lie. In fact, I am lying to you, right now, by uttering this lie to you.
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word verification: coilem
coil + lemming
He looked down, nervously, at the coilem. He urgently felt the need to immerse himself. The edge of the cliff, though, was too close.
A name is just an moniker given by others in order to identify a person from others.
My lover could whisper anything in my ear, and provided I understand his meaning, which word he used would not matter.
Now you'll probably counterpoint that he could call me another's name and it would matter. But I say it would not, provided I had faith and was willing to forgive mistakes.
I agree Steve. Do what you feel like. It only makes you more of you.
Anon...
It's normal to feel that way. There is nothing wrong with that. Unless you're an alcoholic. And it's effecting your daily lifestyle negatively. Maybe you just need a fisrt follower...and you wouldn't have to rely on those things that make you feel comfortable when you are in a large crowd. Maybe you just need someone to have your back?
I won't say my name :)
oh yeah! in front of me, but ALLLL in front of me in this "it wasn't me" position lol
Say my name, say my name! If no one is around you, say 'baby I love you", if you ain't runnin' games
"confusing"
I don't think so ... You wish only to dance for your you, not for a crowd, right? And to have a drink (or two) along the way.
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verification: waymon
Way of the Monkey
After centuries of war, it was waymon which eventually brought peace and love to the world of men, who were then able to perfect the art of organ grinding to exalted levels.
I won't say my name
You ineffable, naughty thing, you.
OK, that's fine don't say your name. It doesn't make a difference to me. A name is a name is a name.
Beyonce, ha...figures! You like to play games don't you? I got you all figured out and your don't even know it yet...muhahahaah!
Word ver: infank
infant k? lol
Beyonce?
Sorry Destiny's Child
Diopeg
I've become that person who will you will pass in the street screaming "why don't you let me love you?"You may think it beautiful but in the end its two people who can't find what they need so one tries too hard and the other not at all. When did this happen, when did the reassurance of your touch surpass the need to go by the hard learned truths I told myself. When did wanting to feel you become a self destructive hunger?
Are you asking me?
diopeg
Diogenes' fruitless search for an honest man in Athens, at night, without a lantern + peg leg. A difficult search.
He decided, after the 500th girl dumped him, to either stop diopegging for true love and take up checkers instead, or to begin his search again, somewhere else than Athens.
Sweet!
Sounds like a grand ole time...
In the meantime, if R2D2 wants to reach out and touch someone, ah, like me...email me here..♫ lalala
r2d2hawt4u@yahoo.com
I am waiting and I'm not here to hurt you. I feel you too love.
Thank you :)
Wouldn't it be wonderful if one could just say "abracadabra!" and then, suddenly, magically, the other person would instantly feel the love for you as you do for her/him?
Or the other way around.
love is magical, but you also work to make it grow with attention
No I don't want that. I want them to love me to without me having to control anything so till that happens...
au revoir,
Peace ♥ Love ♥ Happiness
Love is a plant you water all days
:)
Oh really? Yeah, I thought plants needed water and light to survive, just like love needs communication to too. It's really quite simple. :)
Word ver: Galactic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGYP02ORpbQ
which kind of communication?
smoke signs?
go go go go go ooooohh I'll .....
:O
No talking. You'll oh-oh-oh ooooooo what?
giggling around .... as usual ^_^
^______^ relax!
Am I missing something here, what's so funny?
everything is going to be fine ...
•_•
if confuses you ..... put it away
what do you mean ... put it away?
nothing, I don't really mean nothing, I'm playing around as usual ;)
OK, you don't mean anything you say?
I mean it, sometimes, but here, like you just see the words you can't notice the difference :)
tricky words
Well you have the email address. I don't even know if it's you you or not. You know who I am...it isn't fair to me. I can't decipher tricky words let alone multiple anonymity involved. It's confusing the hell out of me. Can you understand where I am coming from?
I can't be sure about who you are either, is very very fair :)
I don't understand
Miss Philosophy,
This entire blog is one, very large, juicy, stimulating, engrossing, not to mention somewhat addictive, double entendre.
You're pretty safe by assuming that impenetrably obscure phrases or inartful attempts at humor at humor probably have to do with sex.
This rule applies to the rest of the world outside this blog, too.
I wasn't talking about sex...I just don't understand.
Anonymous,
I just realized that someone might think I was referring to *your* posts when I suggested to Miss Philosophy that there might be obscure references or inartful phrases at this blog. No. I am guilty of such things, not you.
Your posts are invariably artful. When obscure, they are delightfully mysterious. I like your accent, too. If I wasn't already in love with someone else, I would tell you that your accent is very sexy. :)
Miss Philosophy,
I know. But everyone else was. It's a common weakness at this blog.
Who's *yours*? Accent? What?
what is what you don't understand?
God, I want this. I crave this. Why?
How could I want something so badly from someone so far away?
I don't think the person I thought was here is here. At least not right now.
If this was about understanding .... , it's more about feeling, I don't even bother myself at all about understanding, I don't know everything .....
You're right Suzanne. The intuition is there and it's everything is saying yes...but the need to understanding is wanted to challenge the intuition. There is no way to be sure and it's driving me crazy. You know what I'm saying?
whoops susane...sorry.
ask questions
I know what to ask, I made my homework lol
Homework? What are you talking about?
do you have to question everything? :/
If the person is here, they can email me...they already know who I am...
again it's...
R2D2hawt4U@yahoo.com
If this person doesn't want to email me then why the hell would they answer questions for everyone to see here?
Ok fine, I wont question anything. I don't understand people are telling me to question and some are telling me not to question...I mean really tho what am I supposed to do?
relax?
OK, I'm relaxing. Goodnight.
I'm here. Waiting for the next move - our next move. I'm hopelessly flawed but even more hopelessly in love. Let's act on that... If I could fly tomorrow I wouldn't hesitate. Unfortunately I have to be somewhere in the immediate tomorrow. But after...? After I belong to you. I have for quite awhile, metaphorically speaking. And always will. Flawed, but loyal to the end. You make me happy.
are you serious?
of course, he's serious! We've always known..not a doubt in our mind, at least not mine. Thank you, I needed that and I try not to need a lot. But I needed that. You make me happy too. I can't wait. I'm bad with waiting, but I'd wait till the end of the world for you. I hope you believe me...I mean every single word love. ♥
oh! you try to confuse me now!
Confuse you, who's trying to confuse you? Me?
it's fine :) this is not war
I know it's not. :)
R2D2 and sex. . .
does that mean someone is getting force f***ed?
or is that going too far?
:) Love you, love. I hope I'm not insane and dealing with threatening competition because that would hurt. But my gut feeling tells me that's internal paranoia speaking. I hope so. MuahXx!
you don't know what insane is .... lol
Only I do until you say otherwise. ♥
Love you baby! There is no one else here. I've been spending time alone for the weirdest reason. I just felt like I needed it. And the strangest thing is is that I am happy when before I would be out all of the time trying to fill some void or something. I'm alone right now physically, but mentally you're here and I'm happy because I know you are coming. So, I just sit here and wait and pray and breath...
I will wait forever, you don't have to rush to me. I know you are hella busy. Don't worry...I am paranoid too, we will be some crazy ass paranoid mofos together...lol. We are going to have soooo much fun!
MuahXx!!! (big smile)
G'nite lovee!
PS word ver: Ingesto
Which is what I have after going through the last few days here. But it was worth every minute. Thank you!
good night! :)
GN. Don't let the bed bugs bite... save those nibbles for this bed bug. :0) Can hardly wait for trying.
(: Anything you want..you got it. Me neither, me neither. Raarrrw!
Xx,
GN
Competition?
There is no competition. You. Only you.
self destructive hunger
Which is the more terrible, a love that is not real, or a love that one does not want?
I quite liked this post. The explosion of comments has me somewhat confused though.
George, I wish I knew. I'm a bit confused about that myself.
I find it slightly aggravating. Iain doesn't write these posts so people can have long, drawn-out chats in the comments. No offense.
Maybe my heart wants too much for my you to be looking for me.
Why do hearts
so, so often search
for each other
at different times
or different places?
OK. Then what does he write them for? Himself?
What do *you* seek, a pristine sterile world of 'pure art', populated with stone monuments?
Steve,
personally, I'd have to say that between a love that is not real and a love you don't want, each is dreadful in their own ways. :(
aka
Steve, maybe hearts seek each other out a different times, different places because life separates us and in order to find and keep love, one must both let it go and go after it. the tricky parts, i think, are knowing when one must do which. and understanding the hows and the whys never hurt.
aka
word verification: shetick
for sure :)
Hopeless Romantic,
In re-reading my comment to you, I realize that I appear combative and defensive. I sincerely apologize.
What I meant, but did not explain, was that, in my opinion the 'explosion' of comments to which you refer complements the author's art with real-life flesh and blood, with the nitty-gritty anguish and anst of wounded lovers.
These people, certainly including me, are here because we greatly admire and appreciate the author's work, both prose and images. I love it. That's why I came, that's why I stayed, that's why I'm here. There are a lot of other places I could be, but I'm here. That's true for all of us, I'm sure.
Each daily post creates a subtheme under what is clearly (in my opinion, obviously) the blog's overarching leitmotif of loss, of lonliness, of searching for something missing, of hopeless desire and yearning. The comments, by and large, fall within the overall theme, and in fact breathe additional vitality and expression into the author's work. After all, is art created by the artist, or created by those who experience it?
I think we would probably agree that it's both. The artist expresses feelings during the process of creation, and those who encounter it recreate it in terms of their own experience and feelings.
Most of these comments are written by sensitive, artistic souls who by being here to participate in the author's showing of his work, also want to have a little fun at the cocktail reception. They express their appreciation of the art by interacting with each other. It's a bonding process, I guess.
I think the presence of people here, along with the time and effort they contribute in comments, is high praise, indeed.
Again, I apologize for my earlier defensive comment.
Good night.
aka,
The idea that you have to work at love -- that it's not a 'thing', but rather a process - crops up frequently in these comments.
A related cliche is that the important thing isn't the destination, it's the journey.
This is all true, of course. But what perplexes me, is translate such general wisdom into specific action, at the point one discovers (or is told) that one's lover has fallen in love with someone else? At that point, isn't the other lover merely bent on fleeing the scene as expediently as possible? Certainly not interested in working at rescuing the old love.
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inglume
1. v. tr. to glue someone into something;
2. v. itr. to suffuse with gloom.
I inglumed him in the wine cellar, because by criticizing my cask of amontillado, he inglumed me.
Steve,
rescuing an old love. . . this is where understanding the hows and the whys comes in handy. I believe that often simply having a reason for the loss is often used as a crutch in the process of 'getting over' someone else.
I think the best thing in this situation is to learn to redirect one's love, to help it grow in a more appropriate and healthy direction.
but I also believe the heart needs a healing period, and anyone who attempts to force the heart to move when it is unready or unable is just going to meet with additional problems.
I would like to add it is easier to know one must grow away from a lover when one is certain that the other would like to flee the scene, as you put it.
Woe to the lovers who do not discuss what they want and how they feel; what is the good of having a lover to whom you are unable to tell how you feel when things are bad?
aka,
Problem is, the one is who being fled from, the one who is being abandoned, hopes and hopes and hopes, against all reason, and in the very face of explicit rejection by the other, that . . . the other will, someday, somehow, some way, fall back in love and return.
Obvious, it's not a rational response. But love isn't rational. On either end. Sometimes, very rarely in my judgment, foolish hope is rewarded. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes.
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insph
insphyxiation machine
n. A machine that will insphyxiate a person with love for another person.
After Lorelei, my love, ran off with Arnold, the billionaire jet-setting CEO of a body building global empire, who also had several Ph.D.'s in various displines such as Medieval European Philosophy and Fine Arts (his paper on 11th Century Chinese Water Color ink preparation is considered the authoritative work in its field), and who teaches Relationship Sensitivity Awareness seminars, I was devastated. I sold my little house, cashed in my savings bonds, borrowed an extra $1, 204.76 (my limit) on my credit card, which was another to pay for a 24-hour rental on an insph. The first thing I did was to lure Arnold to a motel, by pretending on the internet that I was an underage vamp. I insphyxiated him with love for Mother Theresa (of course, he doesn't know yet that she has passed away, but that doesn't matter). The second thing I did was lure Lorelei to the motel by telling her I was ready to sign the divorce papers. I insphyxiated her with her old love for me.
We are now, once again, very happy, residing in each other's hearts and the paradise of each other's arms.
Steve,
Would one, if it was truly possible, to insphyxiate one's lover with their old love? Perhaps the old love was faulty, hence the fleeing. Better to create a new love with the old lover; if at all possible.
Yes, foolish hope is sometimes rewarded. So is it better to be foolish or better to heed old cliches that urge one to pick up and move on?
simosc: simulated oscillation
She felt her head spinning. But it was just simosc, an illusion caused by the elaborate worlds she had constructed in her head.
She felt her head spinning. But it was just simosc
Anonymous,
I hope the simosc's stop soon, and you start having lots of boomosc's instead.
It's not that I don't appreciate the truth in the ancient wisdom. I do, I do. It's just that such abstract wisdom seems very hard to actually put into practice. You can tell yourself to "move on" from now to doomsday, but it still hurts like heck. Chanting "move on, move on" doesn't seem to make the scab heal any faster. Besides, what you really want is your old lover back, not to move on. Acceptance of "what is, is", is not much of an anodyne.
As aka reminded us earlier, one piece of wisdom that does seem to work as advertised, at least to some degree, is that with time, the pain lessens. "Time heals all wounds." So if my lover has just walked out the door, what do I tell myself? "Hey, don't worry. Time heals all wounds. Give it a few years. You'll get over it. Move on. There are plenty of other fish in the sea." Etc., etc., etc. What should you do, in the meantime, to salve the pain? Besides, I don't want any other fish. Just my one little fish, the one I already love, whom I love to sprinkle with flax seed.
On the other hand, if such a machine existed, perhaps I might think about tweaking a tiny bit here and there. Perhaps I might eliminate, or maybe gradually reduce my love's irrational obsession to get up early on Sunday morning, to make me cut the grass. Where is it written that grass has to be cut all the time, anyway? Or perhaps I might experiment with creating new and strange desires, deep within her, but reserved for me, only me, such as a yen for wearing red and black underwear all the time, with high heels, even to work or the grocery store. Long pony tails would be very nice, too. Hmmmm. Yes ... now that I consider the possibilities, perhaps it would be possible to create a newer, even better love . . . .
But no, though I could, I would not. I love her just the way she is, warts and all. (Actually, my love doesn't have any warts. It's just a metaphor.) Suppose I were to change her, and then she isn't really she anymore?
No, if such a machine existed, I would not use it. I'd rather suffer in hell, than play god with any other.
'The palm of my hand'
Kywiddlypoo
Anonymous,
I'm apologize too. I wrote that comment while I was tired and crabby, and it was before I bothered to read any of the comments above. They're all very heartfelt and beautiful.
It wasn't really my place to say that, and I'm sorry.
Please continue, I think comments like yours are part of what makes this blog beautiful. :]
Thank you Hopeless Romantic! :)
HopelessRomantic,
Thank you!
- legions of adoring anonymii
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groopo
vt. To groom a poem.
Oscar Wilde wildly ran a hand through his hair, groopoing and re-groopoing Reading Gaol, dreading, but desiring too, the dreadful consequences.
I want so bad to touch you. To know your touch. To feel your touch. I want my hands on you, and your hands on me.
Steve,
I think you should reconsider the pros of creating new love. This does not mean creating a new lover, but instead taking the old lover and starting again.
I quite like the idea of being able to make new love out of old love. New love out of nothing is always nice, but new love out of old. . I think it is especially magical.
Sometimes you keep wanting the same old lover because it wants you back. Sometimes it's just a trick of the eye, seeing an old love that is no longer there.
How zen do you think one must be to know the difference?
aka
the way you word things is remarkable! you say such few words yet they make it deep into your head and get you thinking. i love reading all your posts!
Borrowed the photo and placed credits, hope you don't mind. I enjoy your blogs! :D
http://pringles08invisible.tumblr.com/post/634807314/photo-taken-from-http-www-iwrotethisforyou-me
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