some random thoughts
the way things fall apart may seem a rude shock but there should be some reason somewhere for them to fall apart or unify...
when there are people to give, will there be dearth of takers? Yes, there will be if you don’t give what they want or need!
i'm in 'search' so or you-you'll understand the finding in your language and i, in mine. in language lies the difference the way truth gets revealed. 'search, any way! '
not only from womb to tomb (doesn't it sound a cliche?) that we are all alike...in between too, all our needs are one and the same!
affinity breeds contempt is what we all know. but to me more than contempt it breeds 'taken-for-granted-ness. ' i think that's worse than contempt!
standing on cliff of desire arms stretch towards the empty space and down below, everything looks remote and vaguely familiar!
just occured: why is it always 'fall in love? ' is 'fall' indicative of subsequent cuts and bruises?
however much we may like to idealize silence, we do need verbal communication to straighten several conflicts. silence is only a filler that consolidates all that's expressed.
uncertainty is worse than virus...
when heart is filled with the beloved, it's either wholesome or lonesome...
to assume and talk on something and to know and talk, isn't there an ocean of difference between the two?
silence definitely eloquent. silence undoubtedly expressive. but to experience those moments of eloquence and expression, don't you think we do need some communication
with whom you find yourself all in one piece/with whom you experience bliss and joy/that's where lies your final refuge
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