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I can feel you. Feel you undressing me with your thoughts.  Feel you touching me with your look.  Feel your breath on my neck,  Your throbbing heart. I can feel you wanting me,  Lusting me,  Yearning for me. And I can feel you resisting. Resisting with your whole being. But you can't.  Not really.  Not with me undressing you with my playful thoughts. Touching you with my devilish look. And slowly pressing all the right buttons of your body, While my heart calmly pounds,  As if it all were nothing. ... And soon you give in. Give in to me completely. And together, Our bodies and souls intertwined, We transcend both time and space.
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I'm done chasing you.  I'm done chasing me.  I'm done chasing us. ...  There were moments when I thought we could have been something great, Something special.  There were moments when I thought: "I truly do love you." But now... Now, I am not even sure of that anymore. ... It feels like you are only an echo of a man I once knew.  A distant, weak echo.  Nothing more.  And nothing less.  Echo of a dream we once shared.


 I am but a painting that never fully dries, A canvas without an end. I am a song that you cannot stop playing, A rhythm stuck in your head. I am but a prefect imperfection. A human wabi-sabi.

Space and Time

There is something about you, About me, About us, That transcendents both time and space, The two being inextricably linked. No matter how much time passes, Or how far we are from each other, The bond we share seems to grow exponentially, And so does my love for you. ... I can soar the highest mountain peaks, Dive into the murkiest of the waters, Get lost in the thickest of the jungles, And vastest of the desserts, But one thing that remains a constant, Is me coming back to you, To you my love, Over, and over, and over again. ... There is no one like you, No one like us. ... We transcend both space and time.


Stillness Sun Birds chirping Flowers blooming People talking Water running Music playing And I sit Still Observing Observing, participating Every sound is a sound of my heart Every move is a move of my feet Every action is my own reaction Every thought is a dream of mine Everything is mine And everything is not. And so I sit Still Observing And observingly participating In this symphony called life.