squeaking, drily, placid girl
glides jealously, sad
chasm jingles drily
bridegroom gangling burglars flirt
“I want to fall in love, it’s everyone’s dream I know…..it would be beautiful that I fall in love with you…..You have to be open with everything with me from the simplest mundane events to you darkest skeletons, Of course I the same….when that knowledge is able to be shared is when two people are becoming one. Of course there is a lot more to the recipe, hell Love is one of the most common subject in every art or form of expression known to man, God comes in a whopping second. After countless centuries of artists trying to explain it it is still incomplete for the one reason It’s different for everyone….ours has the potential to be a relationship that is the jealousy of all that surrounds us. Often when a relationship is really good it can have a sort of shock wave effect on the very friends in your circle…causing other relationships to form, often in attempt to duplicate the positive energy radiated from the warmth the good couple projects. Kinda like the old saying “smiles are contagious”. You could change a strangers entire day just by smiling when you pass by. Imagine what you could do if you give off the “love vibe” to other potential soul-mates…..food for thought….”
Came across some old notes, while looking through old things. Found a very poetic memory of my life a decade ago. I’ve learned so much and grown for better, struggled for worse, and always remembered to take the lesson from my experiences. This will a better year and decade, to grow stronger, love kinder, and forgive myself for faults and let it all go. Transitions. I’m feeling good about it! <3
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from all my old failures.” —
-Antonio Machado, translated by Robert Bly
Sometimes we have a strong sense of what our destiny is calling us to do, but we don’t feel quite ready or brave enough to answer the call. We need a push, an intervention, a serendipitous stroke — what you might call “fate bait.” It’s a person or event that awakens our dormant willpower and draws us inexorably toward our necessary destiny; it’s a thunderbolt or siren song or stage whisper that gives us a good excuse to go do what we know we should do. Do you have any ideas about how to put yourself in the vicinity of your fate bait?