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By dragonfleyes Date: 2002 Nov 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.06.15.08.30387]] |
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I wanted to tell a story. Of a place where the land had no ending and your feet could travel for miles. Perhaps where a sky was an endless blue, with stars shining while the sun was overhead. I wanted to tell a story of love, where two hearts were beating from distant corners, in unison. The resounding beat of their hearts, the vibration of the clouds across the sky. The voice of a lover as it called to its beloved . I wanted to tell you the stories that seem to inhabit my soul at times. The ones that have burrowed deep into my psyche, and sometimes overwhelm me in their strength to get out. At times, it is as if I end and the stories are beginning, I am but a linear moment. Are we the stories? Are we but primal memories of some other existence on some other plane of thought? Do we have shared memory? Perhaps my stories are within you as well, and you feel them at times, when you dream a certain dream. Hear a certain song, and you "remember' but you aren't quite sure what you remember. But you are aware that you know what is going on. The words are already spoken on your lips, before the sound emits. These are my stories; they are yours as well. We have the stories of heartbreak. When the tears last longer than the nights do. We have the stories of love, when our lovers arms cannot be close enough to our bodies. We have the stories of joy, when our feet aren't even close to touching the ground. We have moments of insatiable laughter. We have moments of infinite longing and love. We have moments of certainty, and uncertainty. We know our lives, and our dreams, we know our stories. We live them, these are the stories of us. |