Thursday 28 February 2013

Fleeting

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A part of you latches on to every person you talk to, connect with.
You may think back and say, Dear God I am not that person, I just got carried away.
You'll feel shame and feel terrible to be even associated with or reminded of that person, be it friend or something more.
But you cannot deny that a part of you latches on to everyone.
There are fragments of the human soul embedded in everyone, whomever you have touched.

86.

It's not necessarily a bad thing; you gain experience. But that's looking at it realistically. Just for tonight, look at it from a dream like view. Imagine each soul is a different hue, and that each person is now made up of a different hue. So each time a person touches you, even if for the briefest moment, you give them a piece of your hue. The ability to evoke real emotion in a person is the most intimate act anyone can do, and once they have done that, they forever own a piece of you.

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But is it such a bad thing? I look at it as perhaps a good thing, or at least, something that just is. Leaving traces of your soul everywhere perhaps makes you more complete, doesn't it? In this roar of life, the soul is too often a quiet, fleeting thing, but perhaps the most powerful. Touching you in that instant, more powerfully than life ever could. I don't regret latching myself onto you, individual, I don't.

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