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Creature of habit

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And of course he backs off the moment words take on a life of their own.

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The fog takes shape, drawn to the sound of your willful words.

Closing in.

Drawn to your voice – summoned by you.

You can run but you cannot hide.

The creature has no eyes that you can see, but it can hear your every hurried step; it knows the bitter scent of your fear; anticipates your every move even before you are aware of the thought – for he was born of your desires, your anger, your courage, your fears, your joys, your anguish, your compassion, your spite, your generosity, your pettiness.

You can’t hide from yourself forever.

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I wouldn’t be surprised, really.

It’s never worked with 2 of a kind, notwithstanding the inevitable attraction.

It just doesn’t.

Shrug.

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March 16th, 2012 at 1:16 am

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Tomorrow, tomorrow

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“See you tomorrow.”

“Yes,” I returned with a warm smile.

“See you tomorrow,” Again, just a while later, as he followed me into the pantry and hung around to talk while I prepared drinks for another meeting.

I reckon he didn’t realise that he said this at least a few times; quite like how he probably wasn’t aware how he was looking at me – because he couldn’t help himself.

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March 13th, 2012 at 12:39 am

Blessings

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Back to square one, almost – one could point out that one and a half years have gone by in the meantime.

Still, I’ll count my blessings.

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I guess when too much time has passed, some of us stop making the effort to look for something deeper and more meaningful.

Too used to, and comforted by the routine we have built for ourselves, it would take something – someone – really special for us to rock our boats, no?

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March 12th, 2012 at 12:31 am

Lost

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“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”

~ Song of Aragorn, J R R Tolkien

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Will I find what is lost – what I believe is lost to me for good?

Or have I merely stepped off the path and need only find my way back again?

I can’t – or I won’t???

Like a skill one has learned and honed, one never forgets.

The body doesn’t forget what it was like to run, to swim, to jump, to dance; to push the limits again and again, seeking and reaching a new high each time.

And the heart? The heart always remembers – it remembers what it was like to love what I was doing.

 

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March 8th, 2012 at 1:01 am

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