Tag: Philosophical
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Love letter # 612 There was a time when I would have said it – I love you – but now I do not know what this means. It used to seem obvious, but in hindsight perhaps it was simply a conflation of lust and other conditions. Now, with you, what I can say is…
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Dear Eternity
A love letter to inevitable uncertainty Blink. A page turns. A new reality dawns. A home no more; soon to be an old address. Photographs. People who will promise to stay in touch but won’t. If once I talked the talk, now I stand ready to walk. Maybe walk the Earth. Who knows. Which is…
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Love letter # 524 There is a tension in my jaw. It could be the fear of speaking up. So often we are punished for truth. Yet, if I reside in silence, what will it reveal? I can only guess how you might interpret it. For a state of not knowing is where I currently…
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A surprising NYE café encounter
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” the voice said, speaking without judgement. Yes, she was. The waitress. Young and perfect. Full in flower. In elastic, fertile prime. I was hoping not to get caught, tracing her feline grace as she brought the Cold Drip to my table. As she inclined slightly towards me, and the scent of…
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Love letter # 521 If forced to say it aloud, I would say that I did not need you. Did not love you. Nor even want you. Yet, in these absences, space for something undefinable. This ineffable attraction, the desire that will not be reduced to its description. Here now, the mystery that draws me…
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Love letter # 510 Time and separation make little difference. You are burnt into me. What looks like perfect skin to others is the mask of your presence – the burnished shell of your departure. I have been shaped by the hand of our union. I still keep the secrets you whispered, walk as though…
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Love letter # 598 For a minute I thought perhaps I was in love with you. On reflection, I am simply becoming addicted to your attention. It has been an age since anyone attended to me so closely, and with such affection. Likewise, it has been intoxicating to see my impact on another. To matter,…
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This is not a love letter
I cannot say if I love you, even though I speak the words. Perhaps I am simply obsessed, searching for validation. Maybe I want to control you, to somehow force your attentions and affectations onto me. Or this could be primal, the grind of genetic impulse overriding all objections, doing whatever it can to convince…
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Love letter # 597 Perhaps all I ever did was pay attention. After all, that’s what beauty is. Noticing.
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Love letter # 600 Do I take the risk? Become vulnerable again. Open up to the possibility of joy and sorrow. Let someone in. We are no longer young and driven by the compulsions of sex and coupling. We have lived through the multiple disappointments of damaged intimacy and witnessed the collapse of flawed fantasy.…
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