Life on the River
Saturday, 6 January 2024
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Loving someone puts you in front of the cold stark reality of the person you are, just like a mirror, and so it makes you want to be a better person. It should always do that.
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.
To be loved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.
Somehow, somewhere along the way, I’d fallen in love … Not like or lust. Love, in all its terrifying, unpredictable, unwanted glory.
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The person connected to the person that caught this said….. The person that captured this a few years ago hence the picture quality (sorry) Caught it at the Basin Park Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. It’s a very old hotel. This picture was sent to me by a bartender that works there. She took the one of what we believe to be a little kid looking down the corridor at them. The reason it was taken was due to the fact that reports were made and things were heard but capturing things on film became a priority so we could prove we were not imagining things.
We Opened Pandora's Box
Now there's no going back. The drive towards effeminacy is very strong.
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