The thing that has no name

Of course it wasn't lust, lust lacks passion because passion comes from the heart as does love and creativity.... lust is of the body. I knew it wasn't lust. It could be the Long Island Iced Teas you ask? I've had those before but none has taken me to a level of purity, of basic instinct of a feeling as natural as breathing.

Infatuation then? Infatuation is hesistant, it wants to please...there was none of that, it was as if we have known each other from a time that is beyond this dimension, a fouth one perhaps. Infatuation wants to prove a point, but there was only joy passing between two souls and a comfort level you achive with your pillow of 10 years.

Maybe it was attraction you prod? Possible. Likely. Untrue. Attraction is fatal, it is selfish and it dies. This is soft, slow, unending and timeless. Attraction demands posessiveness, this merely awakens sadness deep down, knowing that it may be incomplete forever.

Then what you silly girl, would you call it love? No. That's insulting! Love is transcendental. It comes, it goes, it fades off, it gets weary...this has the quality of picking up where it stopped, it lingers on in every molecule and atom and thread of thought. Love needs a conclusion while this is a never-ending story. It sees no right and wrong...that's for teh earthlings...this is a soul connection, a plane of its own, a life of its own and a breath of its own.

It is nameless, fateless and endless. do you have nay more questions?

Bits of me and you

I just realised that when you love someone, you dont realise it but a piece of you starts living in that person. My Dude has been mising for a week, we will get him back somehow that's for sure but I just realised how important he was to me. I also realised how important some other people in my life are - parents, friends, special friends....but if I have left so many little pieces of me inside other people what am I made of? little pieces from people other people who love me?But wait a minute, waht if there's an imbalance. What if I love more people and not enough people love me back? Won't I be left empty, incomplete?

I guess we struggle throughout our lifetime to tally our balance sheets. I dont think it ever balances though. One bit to and fro, some tossed away brutally, some cherished for life, some lovingly cradled and some bits just longing in mid-air...what happens when you try to collect all your pieces back from the people you love or worse people who dont appreciate your love, I think you look complete but so static, so hollow that the 'complete' would be so meaningless. So I'm just going to leave my pieces in people I love, of course, it will hurt but what the hell, at least I'll lead a full life. Touche to that!