when you do not write
it is as though
the calls stopped

but returning to writing
is as though you open the phone lines
to the world
and calls seem to trickle in at first
but soon
it is a flood
of anything
you can imagine
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how we all long
for the unexpected
friend
situation
kiss
encounter
time
sunset
place
on the water
who
two people
stand
as if on an island
alone
the sound of the waves
the smell of salt air
the graceful touch of their hand
the comfort of warmth
familiarity
words need not be spoken
the moment
is enough
it is enough
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the weight of love
can be quite unbearable
and can also set you free
never did tink
think that the same thought
could both lift one to the sky
and bring another crashing down

it is one thing to be in love
and another to be loved
the merits of either
completely debatable

what is known
that when it comes to love
it isn't always right
or best
and
it is always better to put love in
and never fear that you will return nothing
love will come around
it will find a day
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body
awareness
perceiving one's own self
could be harder than you think
you may think
that you know you
but the route to the prize
may be more treacherous than you expect

if you don't know yourself
how will you know anyone else
will you feel their weight
their need
their hand
do you want to miss the possibility
of more
of love

being with
someone
being with someone

the finesse
of the touch
and the movement of the world
are ever evolving
and if we do not know ourselves
we have no chance to know the world