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Today I count life's cornerstones. I have nearly all of them. Only the heart is missing!
A little slice of archaic paradise and then... something ecstasy like: a summer, a storm and some thunder and a lover.

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My desire flows like a river
a mass of continuity
it seeks its path
Naked I succumb to thirst
Allowed to be carried by the current
I flow weightless
dreaming of a desert

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I am losing my grip on things.
Bad habits are returning and the good ones are dissolving like an untwined yearn.
Everything that kept empowering me has now left me powerless.
I don't know why and I don't know how to get back in the clear blue daylight. 

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I'm a fragile person who choses to be strong. Maybe it's denial and it will bite me in the arse eventually. That's OK.
But what kind of person are you?

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I'm off-track once more.
I'm waiting for you. I do not want to nor should I and yet I do.
Would you be angry if I'd ask you not to call? I broke the silence with gifts, I mended the bridge. But it's not ready for traffic just yet.
I've forgotten the heartache that came as a blessing and by simply doing so I've retracted to misery, or I'm nearly there.

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This is called an "Indian Summer". It's almost October, but there's summer out side.
I had a hot spring and a very cool summer. Is this the Universe giving me a little bit of heat for the season passed?
Still a little bit broken. Stubbornly holding a grudge. I miss the springtime challenge!
But my Indian Summer is refreshing! I' m sure it will bring a challenge of its own!

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Autumn is coming. Not a metaphor, the real one.
Can you feel it?
I'm OK.
But there still is alot I have to learn.