::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Sunday, July 13, 2008

If only it were a fairytale,

I sometimes wonder how it can be that two people can live in such close proximity, that two people can see each other on a regular basis, and yet live their entire lives wondering if the other noticed them. There can be such distance, in this place, this world that we live in. It's almost as though we are eternally alone, yet surrounded by people. We live, breathe, practically swim our way through the actions, words, motions and existence of other people. But we are alone. Alone in our own actions, words, motions--though they may change the landscape of some other person.

Relationships can exist in shadow.  There, ready to be offered and fully enjoyed--yet remaining in shadow. You catch it, on occasion, in a stolen glance, that speaks the volumes of words yet unspoken. But like a shadow, you can never quite catch it.

And it is this, this shadowlove, that leave us wondering, do you take the chance and somehow, like Peter, catch up with this shadow?  Makeing it something real that you can hold and touch and care for? Or do you just continue living for those stolen glances, where you snatch, just out of reach at my own, dancing shadow?

It is this shadowlove, that leaves you feeling so alone.

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