Can I tell you how it feels
talking to the stars?

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Quad me nutrit me destruit.

Mein lullaby - liebchen
How rich in contrast
Love can be
Sometimes I'm quite amused
To see it twist and turn
To taste both sweet and dry
These vintage years
Lovers you consume, my friend
As others their wine

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These things flow, fuzzy, through me, and do not stick with any hard-edged clarity. And ruin my ability to write with any coherency. Coherence ( Read more... )

It is our greatest fear that death will take from us all that we had. With that, humans relied on religion, to explain life and to explain after life (I'm not implying that religion is untrue at all), to allay our fears. With that [fear] humans found the most intense feeling of all - to be loved, which beckons at chance to create life, to somehow ( Read more... )

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He vanished, as he had done each time reality rushed in and captured him. He was nothing but a dream, a fabrication, a fantasy in her thoughts. She didn't deserve the love he questioned offering her, although she loved him so intensely it chipped away at her spirit. There was a desperate longing that not a soul could tear from her; her longing for ( Read more... )