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Feelings I find myself preoccupied, Preoccupied with thoughts of love. Loving, wanting love, giving, Giving, maybe where it is not wanted. Wanting what cannot be. Being held to the task – but not receiving. Receiving – isn’t that what we want; to receive back? Back from our giving, caring, and loving. Why, why do I insist? Insisting to know what might be Being preoccupied with its delight. Delight of the “high” I constantly feel. Feeling, wanting to know your total “being”. Being in the moment of how things really are. Are feelings sensible, realistic, true? Truth as I know or truth as I want? Time seems to help put all in to perspective. Perspective can help with the truth? Truth! Can truth help define feelings? Feelings; what is this feeling I have? By Seabreeze 12/28/11 ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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