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He was back in that old place, where memories were on riot. Nostalgia doesn't half describe what he felt. It was not the moon. Not the flowers. The shock of deja vu was in the ordinary things, in the vegetables and the sodden grass. The drizzle just added to the score.

He realized what many before him had already known. That love is not about joy, or happiness. It is about anguish, about a glimpse of the unreachable. A vision of what the human brain can achieve, and what no neural circuit has yet managed to duplicate.

Sitting on the moist rocks of the cliff, he realized he woud gladly go through the same pain, and grief. For love is a gift of god, even for athiests. A message form a power greater than humanity.

And he said to himself. I miss you. I miss you like the air I breathe. The ripple of the waves of the lake, like soft laughter, fills me with a silent loneliness nothing can ever wash away.

Where are you now? What are you doing?

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Anonymous said…
"And he said to himself. I miss you. I miss you like the air I breathe. The ripple of the waves of the lake, like soft laughter, fills me with a silent loneliness nothing can ever wash away."

That is one of the most beautiful statements I've read in a long time.
Loner, it's been a while since we last spoke. How are you? Have you been getting any sleep? I think sleep depravation is the hardest on the body. Have you tried taking anything to help you sleep, maybe a natural sleep suppliment?

As for myself, I'm o.k. Work is busy, but it's summer and that's to be expected. I'm on some meds now, and hopefully I'll be feeling better in a couple of weeks.
Will you be doing anything this summer?

Oh, I have no idea where the girl bit her boyfriend. I'd like to see her try to explain her reasoning to the judge, lol.

Take care and try to get some sleep.
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Pradeep VM said…
Thanks rain. You know, you are a wonderful person. I am sure you have heard this before, but it is really nice to hear from you again. I read your blog fairly regularly. But i havn't been posting much myself.

You are right, I don't get much sleep thse days. I tried some hstuff, doesn't help much. Bu then I get this in phases, so I suppose it will go away.

How is that vacation coming along. Didn't you say, it is in July?
Anonymous said…
I'm on vacation the first week of July. It's going good, can't complain. :-) As long as I get plenty of rest and spend time with my family, I don't care too much on what I'm doing.

Thanks for the compliment, but I usually hear the opposite, lol.
I think you should see a doctor about your insomnia. I'm not just saying this to be nice, but, seriously, sleep depravation really hurts the body. I know all too well, and I don't want to see you suffer. Take care of yourself.
Pradeep VM said…
Have a great vacation, rain. And come back to blogdom refreshed.

I will do something about my sleep problem. You certainy have a point about the bad effects of sleep depravation on the body. We have been there and back frequently, right !!

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