I want all the highs and lows and highs and lows, again, and again. I don't like roller coasters, rather a gentle waveform of a low sinus, but I don't like the middle, because it leaves me blah. I feel like having lost my best friend, even though I haven't lost him. He's the love of my life, so far over the ocean, that I've succumed into believing I'm the reincarnation of Emily Dickinson, even though she had no water in her chart, and mine's too high.
Wanted to share this with you, because I don't keep a private journal for the deep feelings except in poems that make fun of it to hold me over. But they're not speaking out of my soul, they're just "protecting" myself from hurt.
Thank you for letting me in. This in knowing, you're never alone.
Perhaps this is why the sense of stasis is so unsettling. The post Balance was a brief look at this.
Yes, I like waves too, gentle blissful ones.
I miss the dynamics of the tropical thunderstorms during the monsoon, especially being beside a mountain lake. The clouds and lightning descending from above, rapidly through me to below, then looking down to see silver sheets of electric plasma like floating lakes of light.
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Dear Aya,
I so much went into you, reading your lines.
I hate the middle.
I want all the highs and lows and highs and lows, again, and again. I don't like roller coasters, rather a gentle waveform of a low sinus, but I don't like the middle, because it leaves me blah. I feel like having lost my best friend, even though I haven't lost him. He's the love of my life, so far over the ocean, that I've succumed into believing I'm the reincarnation of Emily Dickinson, even though she had no water in her chart, and mine's too high.
Wanted to share this with you, because I don't keep a private journal for the deep feelings except in poems that make fun of it to hold me over. But they're not speaking out of my soul, they're just "protecting" myself from hurt.
Thank you for letting me in.
This in knowing, you're never alone.
Gina
Ultimately, there is no middle. Or extremes.
Perhaps this is why the sense of stasis is so unsettling. The post Balance was a brief look at this.
Yes, I like waves too, gentle blissful ones.
I miss the dynamics of the tropical thunderstorms during the monsoon, especially being beside a mountain lake. The clouds and lightning descending from above, rapidly through me to below, then looking down to see silver sheets of electric plasma like floating lakes of light.
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