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Beneath my skin …

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Beneath my skin lies a treasure trove of stories, a tapestry woven with the threads of my existence. I am the coursing rivers of blood, the resilient flesh, and the sturdy bones that carry me through life’s journey. I am the weight of regret, the haunting whispers of “what ifs,” and the unwavering beacon of hope that guides me forward. I am the silver-tongued poet, weaving words into melodies that dance upon the air, and I am the heart of gold, brimming with compassion and empathy. I am the delicate paper, bearing the imprints of my experiences, the flowing water … Continue reading Beneath my skin …

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 Yearning to be loved  …

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We yearn to be loved, to be held in the embrace of another’s affection. But when love eludes us, we seek admiration, a glimmer of recognition that we are worthy and valued. And when admiration fails, we are left with fear, a trembling of the soul before the emptiness of isolation. Desperate for connection, we seek to evoke some sort of emotion in others, to stir the depths of their being and feel the warmth of their response. For the soul cannot bear the coldness of isolation, the barrenness of a world devoid of human touch. But when even this … Continue reading  Yearning to be loved  …

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Let me fill my bowl with the sweetness  …

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They told me to pour my heart into everything I do, so I poured and poured and poured. I gave of myself, my passion, my soul, until I was emptied of all but echoes of my former self. Now they ask me why I’m so empty, and I say I want a little sugar, kindness in my bowl. I gave my all, my love, my fervor, until I was a vessel drained of its essence. I poured my heart into the world, into the dreams, the hopes, the endeavors, until I was left hollow, yearning for the sweetness of compassion, … Continue reading Let me fill my bowl with the sweetness  …

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Love and fear

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Today, as the sun stretched its golden fingers across the sky, I awoke with a yearning that seemed to wrap around my very soul, a weight resting heavy in the depths of my being. It felt like a lump in my throat, a silent plea for release. In moments like these, I am reminded that life is a voyage, a journey that demands we believe in the extraordinary, in the impossible. Living is an art, a symphony of beginnings and renewals, a constant dance of hope and resilience. It requires us to rise each day, to embrace the notion that … Continue reading Love and fear

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True love, the kind that lasts a lifetime, is a slow, steady flame that burns bright and strong

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Who leads the time in love is desire, a flame that ignites the soul and sets it ablaze with the yearning for connection. Love, like life, requires goodwill to flow and slide, a gentle current that carries us towards the shores of happiness. To aspire to love is to prepare the soul, to make it a welcoming home for the guest that is love. It is to open oneself up to an experiment in building, a process that requires patience, work, and a deep commitment to caring for the relationship. Love is a slow, lazy clock that beats out the … Continue reading True love, the kind that lasts a lifetime, is a slow, steady flame that burns bright and strong

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Reader …

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I read you, like a well-worn book on a dusty windowsill, where the rain taps gently on the glass, and the scent of coffee mingles with the cool air of a spring morning. Each drop of rain heralds the promise of a new beginning, and the bittersweet farewell to what has passed. You are the pages of an open book, inviting me to lose myself within your story. As I take a sip of coffee, its warmth seeps into my soul, intertwining with the words that beckon me to read you, to feel you. I am drawn into your narrative, … Continue reading Reader …

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Life beauty …

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My great fault, my elemental flaw, is this relentless pursuit of beauty, an unyielding craving for the exquisite in every detail. It draws me into the tumultuous maw of need, entwining me in the unending desire that holds me captive. For I see beauty, I see it everywhere, in the delicate intricacies of life’s tapestry, and in that seeing, I am bound to love. It’s the way the sunlight weaves through the leaves, casting a dappled dance upon the forest floor. It’s the way the rain paints the world in glistening hues, a symphony of droplets on windowpanes. It’s the … Continue reading Life beauty …

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You are not alone …

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In the quiet moments, when the world is still and the weight of battles fought and lost presses heavily upon the soul, it’s the scars that bear witness to the depth of the struggle. It’s not the losing that cuts the deepest, but the caring too much, the hope that each trial will lead to rainbows and gardens of butterflies and flowers, only to find it’s all but a fantasy. These battles, they come knocking at our doors, unwanted guests that we fear to welcome, knowing the havoc they can wreak. Reality, cruel and unforgiving, forces us to open the … Continue reading You are not alone …

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Human heart when fueled by love …

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Being in love with someone is a journey of selfless devotion, a tapestry woven with threads of care and compassion. It means loving them in their moments of vulnerability when hunger gnaws at their stomach and fatigue wears them down. It means coaxing them to eat, even in the dead of night, and wrapping them in warmth when they shiver, despite your own discomfort. It means cherishing the unfiltered intimacy of witnessing their morning face, with sleepy eyes and unruly boogers, and finding beauty in the raw, unguarded moments. It means staying by their side until they drift off to … Continue reading Human heart when fueled by love …

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Human heart …

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In the vast expanse of a lifetime, the heart holds so much—dreams, desires, and the echoes of countless moments. In a single day, an hour, or a fleeting moment, we carry a world within us, a world that remains utterly open to no one. Not to those who brought us into this world, nor to those we choose as partners, lovers, or friends. We may open the windows of our souls to others, but in the end, we dwell alone within the house of the heart. Perhaps it is necessary, a shield against the fear of a heart constantly wounded. … Continue reading Human heart …