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Puncture. It even calls to mind the very feel of a wound. Puncture. The moment you step on a tack, and you know, you just KNOW that it's too late, that in about 2 seconds you will be in a whole lot of pain, and a whole lot of panic, as you work up the courage to pull it out.
We all suffer losses. Everyone of us. It hurts to lose something. Sometimes I truly feel that it is worse to lose something than to never have it. To love and to lose. To live and to die. To create and to destroy. To begin and to end. To fly and to fall.
I walked inside the building, awestruck. Nowhere had I ever seen a cathedral so large, grand, awe inspiring. The ceilings were incredibly high, and the carvings amazingly intricate. Germany was on a different scale than the USA, that I knew now.
The root of it all is fear. Fear of loss, fear of change. Fear of the unknown. Most of my problems come back to it. Yeah, bad things happen to me. But fear is just getting in my way and making everything worse. But it would still be nice if things could get just a bit easier.
Alterations, sewing, ribbons, lace. I work in my mother's dress shop. I don't get a ot of appreciation, but I do it because I love it.
I learned the "paperclips in love" trick when I was about 5 or so. You take a dollar bill, fold it in an S, paperclip 1 side to one side, and one side to the other, grasp the ends, pull firmly apart, and the paperclips fly up in to the air, linked forever more. If only real life were so simple.
I handed her my feather boa. I didn't need it until the next day, for my Halloween costume. I was also going to the Rocky horror showing, but I had never seen it (a rocky horror virgin) so I had no plans to dress up. If she needed the boa to go all out, that was fine with me. (Now I understand why)
A pure childish delight. It showed all over her face. You couldn't hide that kind of spontaneous happiness, not even for the sake of dignity. Your eyes glow, they wrinkle at the corners. A real smile. Her soul was smiling.
Escape. Don't you wish you could escape from your own mind sometimes? God those thoughts are relentless. Good ones... great. But the bad ones really wear you down. Sometimes, you just think too much...
Devoted her life to God. But what was her motivation? There were so many motivations for so many different women... Not all as selfless as they would appear.
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