The line between
Love and Hate
Is a lot
Thinner
Than you would think

Writing is a narcissistic practice.

What do we aim to accomplish
when we touch ink to paper?
Mark something down in eternity,
plaster our thoughts upon and into
being so that they may be recognized,
acknowledged.
Sort through them as we would
a scattered mess of notes.

There is nothing inherently wrong with narcissism,
no matter what people may have you believe.
I've once thought so,
cycled around to the present,
and, perhaps, will go full circle multiple times.
It is in our nature.
We think so much about ourselves.

The only constant is our thoughts
is their inconsistency
so we seek to immortalize them while we can.

We are not our thoughts;
we are the sum of everything within us
when our thoughts have settled and left and
we are empty.

Think your thoughts,
write them if you must,
then set them on fire.

Collect me in moments,
          and then play a slide show  
on tattered white sheets.

Within the creases you'll find
          all that was hidden,
collected out of perceptions view.

I'm more that what is seen,
      in the ruffles you'll
                                  see the true me...

Along time ago
    it was written
in the stars
    by the moon
and the wind
    of a love that
was meant to be…
    For many years
the stars held
    the promise
and the moon
    and wind
watched from afar.
    A love
written in the stars
    fated to be
A love
   of truth, purity
hope and faith
   A love
that stands firm
   casting even the
darkest shadows aside.
   For it was written
a very long time ago
   and no matter
the journeys of these
   two hearts past
this love was fated
   always meant to be.
Now*
   *the moon moves aside
and the stars part
   as the wind sings
a calling love song
   making way
for this fated love
   that was meant
to be, all along.
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