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Love Begins
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A mind stretched to new dimensions by reading cannot go back to what it was before.
Reading enlightens our perspectives of the world around us.
Plus reading 📚 is just sexy.
My friend, you made me angry today.
Though no one can walk your journey, you were never alone in it.
And though I'll never fully understand the reasons you decided this way to go, I do understand the torment that vexed your soul.
And to think you felt so alone as to end it this way saddens my heart, but you were never really alone.
And I'm angry today, that you robbed others of your presence, your friendship and your love. That your wife, your children and grandchildren will now never feel that warmth again and are left to bear this pain and to try to make some sense of it all.
Yes, my friend you made me angry today, that you felt so alone and the hurt was too much to bear that you couldn't seek out help, that this was the end you chose, and that those around you could not help you carry this burden.
You were my brother from another mother, and though you made me angry today, I still love you and I will miss you, and may you know that for the time I knew you, you made my journey a better walk along this route called life.
My friend, may you now find the rest and peace that you couldnt here.
Late night thoughts of her captured.
All I wanted or ever desired,
Was to be given the chance,
To finally breathe easy,
Ammend my collapsed lungs,
To rather drown let myself drown,
In this love I learned to experience for the first time,
Be the perfect lover but I seemed to have failed...
©️fallencalliope
Failure is but a stepping stone for growth, this journey of love and loving is worthwhile, even when you feel lost at times, press onward.
My thoughts
outside the lines.
Life is best when lived outside the lines.
You become less influenced by what is deemed as standard or normal.
Living life on your own terms....outside the lines.
It's amazing where beauty blossoms even amongst the weeds beauty simply shines forth.
Daisies remind me that no matter your circumstances you can still bloom and be a positive influence, exhibiting joyfulness despite what's happening around you, or to you.
Beauty simply is.
It's within you.
It's yours, it's mine, so bloom where you're planted.
My thoughts
All that cannot be spoken through words within the heart flows out through music.
It grips the very soul conveying our emotions to the world.
Music speaks when words can not.
I know what lurks in the shadows for the very thought of it grips my heart and torments my soul. I have seen the folly of the stars, in the dreamers and the schemers. How they hope for loves reclaiming power. What lies we tell ourselves, what stories we weave in the dark recesses of our minds. This grip of torture that won't set us free. Where is the love that calls us back to the light. The cold stare of our dementors force our thoughts to spiral into the abyss. Forever falling into this insatiable existence of desire, this need to feel loved. This succubus of attraction seducing our thoughts stealing our eyes to see and be seen. Life goes on and we will rise to face yet another day and try to purge this grief in exchange for just a taste of love. We are sandwiched between believing in sunrises healing power and chasing sunsets promises. Captured in the words...Life must go on.
I wrote her a love story with my tongue, spelling out each word in delicate detail.
Each line written from my soul in love about her.
She is the page, the ink, and the poem....
I could write of her forever, for there are not enough words or time to embrace in prose all that she is.
From the smile on her face, she's enjoying her story and will want the next chapter written very soon. 😉
Dreams.....
The names may change, but the players remain the same.
But listen carefully
To the sound of your loneliness
For players only love you when they're playing.
And have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad.
These dreams.... that haunt your soul in the late night hours.
The truth is I’ve got this inclination to write a letter in my own hand and have it find its way, like bygone days, to its new home, in yours.
Notes, messages, letters....mean so much and can make someone's day better.
It takes a few seconds to send a message, a few minutes to pass a note, a few days for a letter to find it's way into someone's heart.
We all need to hear we matter.
Helpers help people regardless of the consequences, for not everyone stays, but for a time we coexist in each other's lives.
For it's the people we meet along our journey that makes the journey worthwhile.
It's never about the destination but the journey that matters most.
Love all, trust a few, do harm to none. (WS)
Be a good memory.
My thoughts
can we lay in the grass and stare at the moon or is that lame
Oh my moon....
Laying here watching the stars go by.
Is perfection....
Let me wrap my heart around yours and envelop your fears, will you let me love you.
Quietly, in the shadows, or as boldly as the sunshine warms your skin.
Will you?
There's a secret garden inside of his mind, where flowers bloom with filthy thoughts.
Words bring to mind memories, memories that incite emotions, those emotions evoke reactions within us. Our bodies betraying our thoughts in the evidence of our baser needs on display. Desire, wants, needs, lust, love.
We crave the intimacy of being understood, being seen, desired and loved for who we are, as we are.
We are enough, you are enough.
Just be yourself and water that secret garden within you.
Her eyes drew me in....
I stayed because of her soul....