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“He walked the beach the same as before, a single set of footprints praying for the Sun to rise. The whispering Ocean assured him it would all come, a promise to rise and wipe the memories away.”
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“Sometimes I get lost in the familiar silence of aloneness. I hear the nothingness of my breath playing in the rough spaces of my memory, a wanting tale from an artist holding a longing brush against a canvas not always his own. There, the dream revived, I say her name - a prayer that echoes eternally in my chamber.”
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“A man who loves her must be fierce. Not against the outside world, but against the beasts within him. Only a man who can defeat those is worthy of her heart.”
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“If I have a final word in this life,
Let it be of my love for you.
If I have but one last deed,
Let it be one of my pure devotion to you.
If I have but one last breath,
Let it be used to say your name.”
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Let it be of my love for you.
If I have but one last deed,
Let it be one of my pure devotion to you.
If I have but one last breath,
Let it be used to say your name.”
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“That fire in your heart
Growing into an inferno?
Set it free
Consume me
Leave nothing of me that the wind can't scatter.”
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Growing into an inferno?
Set it free
Consume me
Leave nothing of me that the wind can't scatter.”
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“The grip of emotion
Ebbs and flows like an ocean tide,
My head nestled
In prayer
Upon your breast,
It is the way.”
― The Heart that Bleeds
Ebbs and flows like an ocean tide,
My head nestled
In prayer
Upon your breast,
It is the way.”
― The Heart that Bleeds
“I wish to find you where the sky meets the ocean's edge. I wish to paint sunlight on your skin and whisper the song of a lightly-breaking wave into your soul. I wish to bathe in your essence and, when the Sun finally sets, lay nestled in your arms needing nothing but your heat beating in my year and the certainty of your hand on my chest.”
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“I've often wondered, 'Who am I to disturb the natural order of things?' Then God reminded me that I am a part of the natural order of things. When I am true to my heart, true to myself, I am part of Her ebb and flow. I am part of Her great Sea.”
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“I knew you not, but I knew you completely. I was in love with something of a memory, a memory that always was and always would be.”
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“Before I met you, I knew you. Before I knew you, I felt you. But love you? There was no time before I loved you.”
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“I feel free. Like some whimsical child in an enchanted forest, I feel free.
Amazed at the power of the colors that surround me, I feel free. The cool water that quenches my thirst also warms my skin as I bathe, my pores opening to the pleasure of the clear pools embracing my soul. The colors reflect on the mirrored glass that supports me. I can see beauty all around. Here I float, effortlessly, and here I will remain.
I feel free. I make my commitments and my agreements in complete liberation. I love freely, openly, within the bounds of my own moral compass. I give, and I take, learning to do each with equal excitement, with equal vigor.
The odd thing about receiving is how hard it can be. Yet, we owe it to those we love, who love us back, to do just that. Then, we can explore the vibrant colors of our enchanted forests together, and bathe one another in the refreshing springs of nature's own charity.
I love, and therefore am safe in all things.”
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Amazed at the power of the colors that surround me, I feel free. The cool water that quenches my thirst also warms my skin as I bathe, my pores opening to the pleasure of the clear pools embracing my soul. The colors reflect on the mirrored glass that supports me. I can see beauty all around. Here I float, effortlessly, and here I will remain.
I feel free. I make my commitments and my agreements in complete liberation. I love freely, openly, within the bounds of my own moral compass. I give, and I take, learning to do each with equal excitement, with equal vigor.
The odd thing about receiving is how hard it can be. Yet, we owe it to those we love, who love us back, to do just that. Then, we can explore the vibrant colors of our enchanted forests together, and bathe one another in the refreshing springs of nature's own charity.
I love, and therefore am safe in all things.”
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“My eyes suddenly open, and I wonder if you're awake too. I wonder if you're thinking the same thoughts, hoping the same hopes, wandering in the same spaces. My heart utters its simple, familiar prayer and suddenly the echoes in this room become too much to bear.”
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“He prayed for the day when he'd become her North Star, a trusted and true destination she longed for. He would then be awakened in the night and she would be there, not as an aberration but as safe a port as he had ever known and one he would never want to leave. He, in turn, would light her sky with a love she had never known, and would never need search for again.”
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