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Speed of Sound: November 2012
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Thursday, November 8, 2012. Mr Long Locks,. Can I say love-letters are passe? I know I've written my share - which is why this pre-letter disclaimer. This is not. A love-letter. This is a letter to commemorate what almost became a love story. I'll tell you what's a pity though. Knowing this could have turned into something beautiful, and deliberately letting it slip through my fingers - although I know I put an end to things, not you. Mostly. Thursday, November 08, 2012. Links to this post. Endless Rain ...
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Speed of Sound: August 2015
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Friday, August 28, 2015. Thank you, N. He reminds me of scrappy doo. Like a little puppy with all the might in the world. He's ticklish near his neck. He gets lost in a car, looking out at the wonderful sights that he is working very hard to process. He'd be happy with the basic four things: Food, sex, sleep and play. Like literally. Give him a ball, or a bat, and one can leave him alone for hours. What I really want to say is that he is my virtual, emotional and physical home. Thank you, universe. It's ...
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Speed of Sound: February 2014
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Tuesday, February 11, 2014. I'm complex, he said. I fell out of love with him, too. And yet, I cannot wrap my fingers around the loss of a toxic presence. 2014 has been great. Some years, you know by January itself that it is going to be great. I've made the right decisions; letting go of people who were only contributing negatively to my life, and focusing on things that mattered (however relative that may sound). Acceptance can be your greatest virtue. Tuesday, February 11, 2014. Links to this post.
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Speed of Sound: It's time
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Friday, August 14, 2015. Building a wall,. Words Words are all I have to be cryptic about. Words are all I have and yet I can't say what's on my mind. Why? Because you'll never get it. I can't say I tried, but I can't say I didn't. But words are what I want to convey to you. Words are what I want to make you see what you're so conviniently delusional about. You'll open your eyes someday. Or maybe I hope you will. My hope may be delusional too, but my feelings are real. I can sleep at night.
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Speed of Sound: January 2013
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Thursday, January 3, 2013. Basically, we're all trying to fill a void. Or atleast I am. I don't know how far I'm going to walk with this one, and how many times I'll have to look behind and wonder, "what the fuck was that". But the real question I want to ask me is, "What are you going to once it's full, and you're bored? I'm worried for me. I really, really am. Thursday, January 03, 2013. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Let's hear what you have to say, first. View my complete profile.
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Speed of Sound
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Wednesday, May 28, 2014. We're just a box of giddy souvenirs, waiting for the big reveal with bated breath. We run our fingers through the nothings, to create patterns with our fickle souls. We're all the kisses put together; lips glued, heart-beat triple and the chance of love kept safely at the climax. When you hold my hand, I urge you to grasp my whole. Take me, surely you can take me. Remix me to fit your jigsaw puzzles. Smell the urgency with which I look into you. Crash into me. I'm waiting.
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Speed of Sound: September 2014
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Tuesday, September 30, 2014. I met my match 2 years ago, and it wasn't fun. It was riddled with hot and cold moods and intimate nights that became mornings with a stranger. He first kissed me at 3 am on a random week night. Are you attracted to me? He asked I nodded. Here, I was setting a standard for the next few months. One in which he was verbose, always ready to talk about hurried, flimsy emotions, and I would weigh my feelings with shrugs, nods and hugs. Tuesday, September 30, 2014. Let's hear what ...
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Speed of Sound: September 2013
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Monday, September 9, 2013. Pateela, pateela, pateela. There I am standing, feet firmly stuck to the ground, with nails hammered between my toes. You are a manifestation of my weakness. It sucks to have to reduce you to something inhuman, but what's a revelatory decision without a little selfishness (read: delusionless self-realisations). Must take these very hands and build myself a life filled with self-sufficiency, gratitude and hardwork. The rest will follow. It always does. Monday, September 09, 2013.
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Speed of Sound
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Monday, June 16, 2014. It was an afternoon text. She had a bit of a post-lunch shut-eye, and when she snapped out of it on her desk, he was on her mind. I suddenly feel very aroused by you. He didn't respond immediately to her text, but they met later in the evening with a bunch of friends. They caught a moment alone, and he kissed her. Did you really feel aroused by me earlier? Who else do you think would arouse me? Why are you so surprised? I don't know this is new territory for me," he says.
