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Author: Blaine (---.ph.ph.cox.net)
Date: 08-08-05 01:23
Love lives inside of me. I am love. I am as this feeling which strives to erode away the mountanous obstacles in my pathway to the sea of life. If it does not happen,this feeling still owns me. It makes me look twice and smile at the towering oak tree,and when wind blows,it cuts through my soul and washes away the anxiety of my own doubts. The sea rocks my emotions gently,and pacifies me. Nothing seems extremely difficult when I feel the magnetic attraction to another person. Even if the love proves to be insincere or fleeting. Of course it could be this rum and coke I am drinking now to relieve myself of my own never-ending examinations. When you analyze yourself and the expectations you have of love,it seems to me that we are limited by our physical bodies,and can only go so far physically or mentally. The rest is cosmic and bigger than life itself. What is the limit of our reach and our desire? What would you NOT do? In what ways would you not compromise yourself? Would you declare a divisive line which exemplifies what is unacceptable in the relations,and at what point would you draw this line? I do not want to lose my identity,and this has made more then one relationship fizzle,and has made me think I am too heavy in thought for a relationship. Maybe too analytical,too questioning,too set in my old ways. I think that even if we are burned many times by love,we must be ready to be burned again and again or have the very private life of a hermit. And love all in life--in the hopes that love will find itself,and the search will not be all-consuming
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