The woman is a special innermost creature. And innermost creatures cannot be discovered by force or by instinct. For the man to know the woman, the woman needs to know herself. Same applies to man, we both are busy knowing the other more than he does himself, and we end up lining expectations and descriptions to the other from us, that are met with disappointments and failures that shock him and make him judge the other with what he sees… not with what he is …
The man loses the woman when he enters to the illusion of knowing her, and the woman loses the man when she exits from the illusion of not knowing him.
The man loses the woman when he enters to the illusion of knowing her, and the woman loses the man when she exits from the illusion of not knowing him.
True…
What a bummer!
🙁
Well,if one can move on after that….praise be to the lord.
LoVe Glue
“Help to understand that when I am broken and cracking up
You are the glue
That I can sniff
And dream upon
While
I recuperate”
An Irish poet.
SciSsors
“She had the hair the colour of hay
And freckles
And blue eyes
And lots of pain.
We didn’t last long together,
Instead of arms
We had scissors.
Nights turned bloody
As we tried to hug”
I love poetry….
enjoy.
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