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 Mar 2014 Clem N Tine
Emilija
I still don't see
the point
of the daily foulness
maybe it gauges inside me
deeper and deeper
so I can afterwards fill it
with wonders
love
each time making a larger hole
and each time finding ways
for me to fill it


Love can do that sometimes
slowly changing.
what once was happiness
soon becomes sand
weighting on your chest
more and more
until you can't breathe
until you don't want to
breathe.

some loves can make you
not want to love again .


But it's not important.
No matter how fragile I am and if
my drowning kills me
I will rise again
Here I am , I am standing
and again I reach
for someone's sleeve of a jacket
again, willingly
again
with a rapid pounding of my heart

I
again
Live.
how deep is deep enough?
how far will I sink?
will i touch the bottom before my lungs
have no oxygen left to drink?
will i just dissipate into the water?
they say 70% of the earth is made up of the ocean
and I too have 70%
I think I'll blend in nicely
i do not know yet if i believe in love but i believe in the sound of your laughter because it makes me happy when you're happy and i know that i love looking at you when you're tired and when you're happy and when you're not paying attention but i hate looking at you when you're sad because it feels like someone put icicles in my chest and your eyes may not have killed me when i left you but what did was the way that your arms hung limply when i hugged you goodbye. i believe in the way that i could not stop comparing his eyes to yours his hands to yours his hugs to yours and how it was not okay to me because maybe there is one single person on this big green earth that is meant for me and i do not yet know if i believe in that but i know that if soulmates exist, then out of all the people i have met in this life, mine is undeniably and without a doubt  you
My hands tremble
At the thought
Of holding yours
But they have no problem
Tracing your spine
As if they were the ones
Who made the path
Old and Beaten
In the first place
Sunset bleeds into
gauze clouds.
No help. No hope.
No...
()
^

S~S
I hope this is not too
heavy.
But it's TRUE.
"Open your eyes"
after what seemed a timeless flight,
he heard her voice softly whisper,
he was reluctant,
though he could
imagine her curious eyes
peering at his face, from above,
he was floating over the clouds
where with her he found
a nook to snuggle
and remain enclosed in each other .
The clouds, moving in a frenzy,
was amazingly tender with them both
probing cloudy fingers went wild
caressed their body,
and tickled, dark desires
till they squirmed with pleasure
erupting from a secret spot,
and pleaded to stop it,
in one moment, feeling insane,
then, 
like feathers from a wing
they slipped in to the hands of the west wind
and to a dreamless sleep, till she woke up first.
Life is meant to
go on

because

nothing lasts forever.

Life is meant to have
ups and downs

because

flatlines mean death.
With yvk.
Nothing can compare to life when two distincts become one.
One virtue, one goal, and yet, still individual.
Working the gears of objective to make a harmonious sun.
Nothing can compare to love when all the brilliance encourages future.
Two souls akin to burning for ever.
Holding each other in the walks of footsteps embracing "he is mine" and "I'll never lose her".
Nothing can compare to a wild imagination.
One thought that can set the course to death
Created in the depths of loyalty, mistrust, and loss affection.
Nothing can compare to a broken heart
One beat. Slow and still weak
The heart that seems to haunt us forever since emerging from the dark.
Those ripples we create within ourselves track the coordinates of our presence.
Those ripples we may feel. Eternally.
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