you can talk as much as you like, but when it comes down to it, theres something about physical contact that just is... essential. when i'm alone with my thoughts they invariably take the form of a non-existant body beside me. i had a dream last night of an arm around my waist and a body pressed against my back as i lay.
courage! courage and love. (phaethon was right)
i hate waiting for post.
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!PP
Talk is cheap... it is said.. and how true. Sometimes I can talk to someone and there is no sense of them being present, like a disembodied voice rattling on. Maybe it is me at times, maybe it is them. What I know is that a sense of their presence is lacking. Presence for me is all important, so totally beyond all else. Sometimes I can feel a person's presence just by reading their words, for they share something of their spirit. It happens even if I have never met them, or even heard their voice, for it is not as though I render their written words with my memory of their unique sound and appearance. Rather, it is a special feeling of 'them'. It is one of those treasures in which I delight, when it rises on the horizon to shine in upon my life. Only some will know what I mean, though. For them I am so very thankful.
I konw what you mean about the post.Maybe you can read some of their previous words and again sense their presence, until the mail arrives.
!PP
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