unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...
we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -
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Taste and possibility are always best linked by way of our midnight dreams.
the words right out of my own mouth, jimmy!
....ahhh hen, but your lips are far sweeter than mine.
ah, but such are the words pouring out of your own!!! enjoy your fish dinner, mister jimmy!!! and have a sip of that nice white wine [or whatever] for this highland lass!
oh, and thanks ever so much for adding a touch of delicious scottish sunshine to my otherwise rather bleak and harrowing day!
We always taste again and again from the other. Oh, yeah, Jenean, how could we return to ordinary? We always go back to our androgyny, when we were One.
I love your words, wonderful. Thou you could also say: "once He had tasted HER..."
so true, marius, words for anyone who has ever tasted that ONE and then become ONE with the other - impossible to go back to the bleak darkness of the ordinary after the taste of paradise - !!!
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