a single mental entity, no matter how much it stands out, no matter how brightly it shines through the gloomy, cheerless clouds of the rest of us.
it is so hard to find you, I have been searching for ages, you would think I can recognize you
by my own sorrow in your writing.
you would think I can tell whether it is your writing or not.
how are things between you and your lover, can I come and abduct you, I really want to, I really want to.
I have been searching for your writing, you would think I will see you, through your theatrical humor.
I've been making love to you, all this time, all this time, it has been so bright so powerful, you should be here to understand.
you are alone, are you alone? can I meet you in the middle? dig a tunnel and meet you.
I want to know you more
I want you more
I want you more
where are you
it is so hard to find you, I have been searching for ages, you would think I can recognize you
by my own sorrow in your writing.
you would think I can tell whether it is your writing or not.
how are things between you and your lover, can I come and abduct you, I really want to, I really want to.
I have been searching for your writing, you would think I will see you, through your theatrical humor.
I've been making love to you, all this time, all this time, it has been so bright so powerful, you should be here to understand.
you are alone, are you alone? can I meet you in the middle? dig a tunnel and meet you.
I want to know you more
I want you more
I want you more
where are you
posted by Zosja at 6:51 PM
11 Comments:
perhaps you will find it at the end. maybe at the beginning. but i hope you find it inbetween because then you will have the joy of conscious recognition. perhaps life is just the pain of remembering when we were one. do you think everyone feels like this? what i don't understand is why we have the capacity but not the opportunity. feelings that can never be born, where did we learn those?
incidentally, do you think They got drunk and forgot themselves?
I think, They have simply evolved into someone else and don't exist anymore the way I knew them... happens to me and to you all the time.
the pain of remembering... it can't be all life is... Am I a hopeless idealist? Life must be our opportunity to reach out and bring it back, whatever we regret having lost. but then, if say you succeed at bringing back the one you want, there is the pain of realizing that time has already erased him/her, and this person, in their body is a new, evolved matter and you don't want them really...
I agree that we somehow have this knowledge about these feelings that we never experienced ourselves... how can we explain deja vu and dreams?
dear me, it wasn't a terribly optimistic statement from me was it. life is pain. haha. perhaps to be an idealist you need far more hope than less of it. i'm just obsessed with the idea that we've been here or thereabouts, making the same mistakes, repeating the same patterns, and remember so little...we have to learn it all over again and again..and now and then people or situations,...the deja vu, dreams, visions.... remind us. but so what? what of it.
Hi. This one makes me giddy and excited.
On second thought, they all do, but this one especially.
brainflame, you make me smile internally. Like you a lot
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why delete that reference to unicorns?
here you were again: overcasting me with steaming warmth and overlying stitches of ethereal safety
vanish the reference? not that it would make my site googleable...
please bring it back and let's play
your unicorn would only eat crystalised violest and vanilla pods. i had to meet someone to love and was so excited i forgot to feed the unicorn. when i came home he had shrunk pocketsized.
a psychic apocalypse trembles on the brink. it makes me shake. hold my head still.
a pocketsized unicorn tatooed on the hip bone of my lover is all I really want
still, how not very nice of you
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