Redamancy.

A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you.

“They are quiet, happy at being together, happy at being seen together.”

Jean-Paul Sartre. “Nausea.” 

It's like I knew you.

  

I knew you through a past. 

Through another person.

Through another experience.

Through the joys and the pains. 

Through how it started and how it ended.

Through a charm that renders me helpless.

Through an abyss I'm hopelessly drawn.

Through an ambiguity that keeps me perplexed.

Through an exasperation I cannot get enough.  

Yet through an unfounded certainty that this is right. More right than before. As right as it can get.

You are different. Ever more unique. Even more alluring. The missing piece of the puzzle. 

The piece that I'll never be sure if I can find. The piece that may not even want to be found.

The piece that I fear seeking out.  Not because I don't want to.  But because I don't dare to. The piece that is too precious to lose. Too much to lose. 

Everytime I leave you, I miss you a little more.

For Joseph Kossuth, artistic expression was in the idea rather than the form. Maybe that's why the idea of a person is the most beautiful, untainted by the form that dissonats from the idealistic realms of your mind.

Initiative is something not very hard, but is something sorely lacking in humanity.

Please do not be poisoned by speeches of how injustice is preferred over disorder.

Is it possible to miss something you never had? Grammatically it's not, but theoretically it is. 

It's like I used to see you everywhere, at ever corner and every turn.  And without realising, it stopped.  Now I can't remember where and why, and how it seemed to matter so much but not anymore. 

Perhaps it's time or perhaps it's our memories - protecting ourselves from ourselves. 

Reality is sometimes up so close you hardly see it. 

Today I realised that it is quite possible to teach a person anything except common sense.

Common sense is not common.

“All my life, I have been in love with the sky. Even when everything was falling apart around me, the sky was always there for me.”

Yoko Ono

“Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them like Paul Revere, awakening feelings that gather into great armies.”

Mark Helprin, Winter’s Tale

"The past is something he could see but could not touch."

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settled for.

Promises unmade are never broken. -Murakami.