Fantasy

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He
talks to
me like I’m
more important
than the next thing he’s doing. I’m in love.

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I’m Scared

sad sunflower

Reaching in you’ll see it’s hard to find me.

I’m a discovery to be accessed when my psyche is at ease.

When I see you mean me no harm,

I’ll surround you like quicksand.

You’ll be immersed, enveloped by who I am.

You haven’t even begun to uncover what I want to give you.

Attachments

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What is intimacy but a raw exposure to another in the face of possible rejection?

It’s a courageous effort to know another’s being while exposing your own. Kind of a “show me yours, I’ll show you mine” adventure of the heart.

When there is a connection to the genuine stirred from within, there is loyalty which knows no bounds. An attachment as strong as steel.

A bond of sincerity and love with an eagerness to never break. It won’t when it’s real.

Choosing each other is feeling comfort in that heartshaped space. Loving each other is purposefully conveying only good intentions.

I wish you all intimacy in your lives.

There’s Nothing There

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I’m reaching out, engaging and scrutinizing;

skimming through to see you.

Holding you intently, purposefully and committed.

You seemed an open book.

The audio version of your story mesmerizing, your truth so bold.

Then I went beyond your notes and found blank pages.

They told a different story.

You ring hollow.

There’s nothing there.

I have to put this book down.

The efforts made to unravel the mystery, and

the chances taken diving right in brought me no pleasure.

I learned nothing.

Maybe another blank page can read you properly.

I won’t waste my time on an empty binding.

Not again.

When I’m ready to read again, I’m sure

I’ll find a better book to discover.