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Possibilities were everything, reality halted.
Yes its true.....
posted by
freeflyinbird
on December 8, 2009 at 1:29 AM
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I remember the first few times that I fell in love.
The glances more than touches, the exchanges of sweet words about not much, the walking side by side, sitting side by side, hour after hour and how my insides sailed oceans and climbed mountain paths during that quiet sitting.
I remember night time skies and blue skies, impossibly clear and white clouds impossibly perfect there. Opening hearts, discovering depths, marking time in heartbeats and never in minutes on a clock.
Separated into other dimensions as this one, friend and family filled, lived out its regular life, we were in the other, barely leaving an opening back into the world of others. Building planets and gardens and dreamscapes while others followed their usual routines.
Possibilities were everything, reality halted.
You took me back there with your writing. It made me sad to return to those boys of my youth and their flowing possibilities. I even revisited one man, one husband, who, unspeaking, promised the world, and later just handed me a half imagined, partially constructed, ash covered bird whose real and living heart had stopped beating.
posted by
benzinha
on December 7, 2009 at 4:27 PM
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This post intrigues me.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 7, 2009 at 4:14 PM
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Is there more info on the tapping game? sam
posted by
sam444
on December 7, 2009 at 9:54 AM
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