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Just Deeply In Love.
The 21st love letter to my, Twin Ray. I don’t know. You have chosen what you have chosen. You don’t need to explain yourself or make excuses. I don’t hope for anything and certainly not promises that you can’t keep. I have wait for your answers, but you are like a quiet mouse roaming around my mind with a voice that murmured through the night. I dance not to the rain, but to a raging storm inside my heart. I lack nothing that’s why I desire nothing to myself. At times I wish you could open yourself up for me, but you are like a bud that needs time to…
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The Magic Weaver.
Post from the past 17. I write and write the night away; while others empty the bottle of wine, I empty my sorrows. Sadness drips like rain in the autumn night. Every song sings the tale of my longing, but with each note, I dream away the frantic search for your heart. Heartbeats and long breaths keep me alive. I fondly love the night because of the mystery of the blinking stars—it’s as if they talk to me about wisdom and magic. I breathe deeply and hold my breath before releasing the emotion of envy. I envy those who can see you every day while I have to wait in…
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Because You Care.
Post from the past 16. I am awake tonight and smoke my lungs black. The distress of a chaotic world with no hope to survive the morning has made me want to kill myself slowly. Cigarettes and coffee are the remedies for my hopeless dream of fairy tale and romance. They both are the dark promises of death. I die a little tonight, and my life shortened many moments of hours. I have to laugh because the pack of cigarettes says “Smoke kills.” If smoke kills then why am I still breathing? Do I wish to die or have I abandon living? I live, and I die each moment of…
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I Am Pleased.
The 20th love letter to my, Twin Ray. For each passing day, I am still in love, for each passing day I am still breathing. I mourn for our goodbye, and I wait for our hello with a future I can’t behold. Without you who am I then? Without you, I am nothing but pain and aches. You have a life without me, and I am living a life without you. I mourn in sorrow because my longing has stormed into my moments of life. Yes, every moment I live, I remember you with hope and dreams of a future where our heart will beat as one again. But would…
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I Live Like Art.
Post from the past 15. I am a poet, and I write life as if it was words that spilled out of my lungs, no, not the heart, because with lungs I can breathe poems and lyrics, with heart I can sing the joy of writing. I have with time an understanding for how people are unconsciously living their life. So time does speed up for some and snailing steadily forward for another. But after all, they could at least breathe, but probably it’s easier said than done because they have befriended stress like a pet and could not snail and rejuvenate in the time that pace slowly towards the…
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Be Loving.
The 39th letter to you. Laughter and love bubble inside me like a laugh of a child. I am not childish, but childlike. I mature through time, and I always look for the light. I am stargazing at night, and I stare the sun straight into the eyes. I am not fearful because life is too short to skimmed through it and shiver with fear. Why is there a need to fear unless I am afraid of death? I don’t worry about the end because life just begin and I am reborn, but I would not seek danger to feel the adrenaline. There’s the joy of life when you love,…
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Forever In Love.
With the longing in my heart,I cried. With the love, I have for you,I smiled. With every heartbeat,I sang. How can I love you better?I contemplated. With all that I am,I choose not to lie. With you in my thought,I created. And with every breath,I discovered the truth of being in love. To love you better was to stay in love,Forever.
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The Expansion of The Heart-
The 38th letter to you. Live, so you can feel the expansion of the heart when you actually are in love. To live is not just breathing only. To live is to feel the heart expand, and it’s the expansion of your senses. That your taste food better, hear the note of each melody like windchime or bell ringing Kling-Klang in unison with your beloved within. Whatever you would call that beloved, your twin flame or your twin ray or just a romantic soul mate. But life, as I want to call it, is when you be yourself, wholly, without fear what others might think about you. There are colors…
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My Conclusion About Love.
The 37th letter to you. So far in life have I conclude what love really is. You can’t say you love if you haven’t let go of the outcome or attachment. Sure enough, we all tend to hold on to people who stir emotions within us, because it has become a habit, like an addiction. And of course, we can hold on to the one we have feelings for, but instead of holding onto the painful feelings they made us feel, we can choose to detach from the outcome or our emotions. It doesn’t mean that we give up on loving them, we just have to decide to love them…
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I Count My Blessings
The 36th letter to you. So by the hands, I count my blessings. I want to be like my Divinely Father who has everything and thus needs nothing from me or anyone else. I count my blessings because I am far richer than most. I have a bed and a comfortable blanket. I have food on the table and money in my bank account. I have a roof over my head to shelter me from rain and cold weather. All the things I own, which I have deliberately buy with wants and needs. I don’t buy things just because I think it will impress anyone. I don’t buy things which…
"Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness and still become something beautiful."
