All the words can not compare with the touch of human skin, the breath of human exhale, the kiss of human lips. All the loving words in the universe cannot begin to fill the physical void of a sensual being. That is why most die while still walking around, for the agony of feeling the emptiness is worse than any numbness, but fools ask the question - is it better to go numb in words, to give up the chance for sensual sharing?
Better than what?
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is it better to go numb in words than to risk being misunderstood, hurt, even abused?
as if the risk of anything ever stopped me from sharing as i do... but then, i may be the fool asking the question after the fool that asks the question after the fool that asked the question... i tried going numb in words, shades of the mostly dead... also in life, in a bus station, in a car... doesn't work for me... but then, neither does this blog...
must find a character before one can stay in it (self-chiding on the side)...
hope and desperation live side by side...
Well, I've never learned how to go numb and find myself wondering if it wouldn't be a good thing to know how to do. I share and trust without much skill in discerning who to share and trust with, and so hope lives with hurt all the time.
you sound like me... i'd fall in love with you, but i am already in love with myself and i am looking for someone else... someone who is skilled at keeping me safe from my desire to trust everyone unconditionally and love everyone completely and tell everyone everything and give everything away... yeah, that's who i'm looking for, would that be my mother?
irreverence scores another goal in my mind... ironically, i rarely watch hockey as i am not into violence, but the terminology sneaks into the language anyway...
so there, i've complimented you and rejected you in the same breath and joked about how my irreverence makes it all good, which is probably right on key with the song this blog is supposed to be playing...
i need to get a little more full of myself to really get into this blog...
maybe later...
more likely, when and if i ever retire...
but there'll still be Paris, and these little snips when i find time to pop in...
i hear that beautiful friendships start that way, if they haven't already...
you can leave me a message or even maybe reach me at 407-325-1482...
Well, I'm not sure I even understand what "falling in love" is.
I do believe love is all that matters to me, but I don't really know why I even say that, as if it just is that way and I don't have any way to explain what I mean by that, but everything I do when it comes to relating is from that same spot, the spot I can only call love, because that's the only word I know to call it.
Yet experience has shown there are expectations and conditions and judgments when people continually choose their fear over love. But it's okay, because as long as there are people in the world who do choose love there is an effect, there is a shift that occurs in the hearts of every human every single time that choice is made over fear.
So I suppose that is why it is easy for me to spill my heart so easily, because the spilling comes from that place of naive innocence that believes it's always safe to do so because after all isn't everyone relating from that same spot? It isn't as though I will hide out for a while when I get hurt, but it doesn't last for very long, and the hiding out is never a numbness, if anything, it is an even more acute awareness of the choice...the choice of fear or love.
"Only Love Can Save the World"
did i come here andwrite anonymously to myself?... sure does read as if i did, but if i didn't why the hell isn't my twin keeping in touch?
i have an extra room for a couple of months :)
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