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Farther Away

I wonder about you 
Sometimes

I miss your poetry
Sometimes

I long to hear you 
Sometimes

I crave for completion
Sometimes

Only
Sometimes


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  1. Sometimes it happens like this: What we fall for is our own idealized version of the person (and the not the person, as he/she is, actually). This is not a result of our oblivion, but instead a result of our need - at the time.

    Other times, the person MAKES US fall for them, by manifesting (wilfully) the person that we need to see the most. Paradoxically, this results not from our need, but our oblivion.

    Which one do you think is easier to get over?

    - ASnonymous

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  2. @ASnonymous- That's perfectly put.

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  3. Dead Man Walking2 December 2010 at 20:54

    Zoya, you have to find your self first. Only then the centre of your universe is you. When this centre shifts from within to out, life becomes scattered and meaningless.

    Living, loving and longing - Life has knack of giving us all the opportunity to savour all of these.

    Smile. Enjoy.

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  4. @ AS - definitely the second case. Because, when reality hits you, most people see sense and move on. In the first case, until you have that 'need' it can be very hard to let go off that image in your head!

    @Dead Man - First, its a funny thing to call someone a dead man... Whats your name? Second, refer to my latest post (What Next?) and you'll know that my center is safely within me :)!

    @ Everyone in general - This is not about a boy... Just so we are clear :P

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