Ah this technology. You can't live without it, So many innovations, so many great changes. Look at all these exchanges. But you can't live with it either. So many issues. So many errors! Just look at this thing my computer did yesterday. And what my phone will decide to do anyway! I'm so tired of fighting with these systems it's not even funny. But, "That's just the way the world is now honey."

Summer blooms new love in the sun. Yet I remember more than one. Light always smiling down outside the window, as I take the leap. It seems this time of year is made for affairs of the heart. Walking hand in hand down beaches of sand. Or staying inside, wrapped up in each other. There are so many things about you I want to discover.
I can remember relaxed summers spent learning about my lovers. And all the places we went. As the time slips slowly by, moments are like sugar, so sweet I could cry. I hold on tightly, not wanting the laughter to fade. Though my jading always crowds in around the edges, an unwanted shade that dredges my memories.
My past creeps in, no longer held back by the shielding sun. Till we look up in autumn , to realize we have lost the fun. Bringing it back is a struggle. There's too much weight. And with each ending, I wonder if this baggage holds my inevitable fate.
At the end of summer, I sincerely wish this time hadn't come. Tension winds through my days, wondering if you'll stay. I'm nervous when I speak to you, my words all a blur. I hope that I can find a way to insure this continues, before I lose you to winter.
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Am I in danger of falling in love. Could it be, could it be, you were what I dreamed of. This narrative falls apart when you have room in your heart for more than one. But hey I'm still having fun. And let's face it she's great. It almost feels like fate. To find each other after so long. Sometimes I could just sing a song. If I were less serious of course. have to maintain my reputation, gotta stay the course.
But please, I must romanticize for just a second. I reckon if I don't, that she won't know my affection. Now, I must pick the honeyed words which will fall from my lips. Ah I am better at this when I am giving friends tricks and tips. Would you believe I have never done this before. I feel washed on some foreign shore.
The smell that surrounds her makes me all strange and dizzy. And after talking, I do get into such a tizzy. Wondering if I could have said something better. But I have to leave now. I know I didn't go into detail. All the duties I just recalled are now making me feel wan and stale. Let us hope that when she comes over later today, I can forget about this part, and remember what to say... @AuthorOcean #lesficfri

The office was stacked high with books, semi-circular shelves dominating most of the room, their arms embracing a huge oaken desk, marred by many years’ of use. I loved to sit there sometimes, amidst the scrolls and stacks of papers, which muffled all sound. The world was just a little wiser, surrounded by all that knowledge, and I felt as though I could become better, too. I fancied I could open like the pages of a book and drink in all the words and ink until I knew more than I had been seeking.
The cat came to curl up on the windowsill beneath the window most days. The strong, dark blue wood was just large enough to fit her body, though she never seemed to care that she was just one wrong slip away from falling off. At regular times throughout the day, I could see the tip of a white, tufted tail or a flash of orange as she leapt down hourly to do her patrols of the property. Though the feline always came back to this area, and I certainly didn't blame her.
one of my absolute favorite times of day was teatime, where the scent of warm, fresh bread would waft up from the dish that was placed on my desk. The mistress of the house made the best bread around, and the warm, buttery rosemary loaf, always topped with a hint of garlic salt, never failed to bring a smile to my face. Paired often with light jasmine or chamomile tea, it was the perfect midday relaxation to get over the tiredness I always felt when I was amidst the stacks, or my own writing, too long.

I don't need a party or jubilee to make me happy, though celebrations are nice.
I'm not looking for a holiday on the tropical beach, or endless vistas of ice.
Heaven to me is different than most.
A quiet cabin and a straight path to the coast.
I would much rather be tucked out of sight, to retire amongst the trees and dapples of sunlight.
Until I can reclaim myself from the noise and clutter.
To come out from under, What causes my light to stutter.

I want to do a pole to figure out what people would like to see more on this account, as I usually just write whatever comes to mind. I am going to include some emotion and Genre topics, but people can comment too. Please boost for reach.

Dare to love, when your pulse pounds, and the stakes are high. When love leaves you gasping and on the edge of your seat. Hold onto love, when it turns ordinary and still. There are hidden depths beneath the normal. Safety and passion just waiting to be discovered. You will never be alone, if you have that partner, that one, that someone in your corner. Rephrased from what my mama had told me, I considered it to be sound advice. Now, putting at into practice? Could I love her. She is mysterious, makes my heart pound and my face flush. She is witty, engaging, the life of the party. But could I , shy, bookish, quiet, sad, attract and hold the attention of someone like that. Would she eventually be my safety? But woe, I was getting ahead of myself. I needed her to notice me first. I needed a plan...
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@AuthorOcean

Don't forget to be nice to your sparkles today, if they wished to shimmer, dance, and play. I suppose to feel closest to these shafts of playful light, you must stop to take delight in the everyday things. You do not need to leave your house to grow these wings. Some find this serendipity in little corners and cavities. Settle into a cozy place, warm and snug as a mouse's burrow. Chase these dreams wherever they might lead. And let the silence be your steed.

The energy of transformation is exhilarating, carrying you on a journey you could never have predicted.
The energy of transformation is exhausting, hauling you along whether you want to go or not.
It's humbling, showing you a side of yourself you never knew.
It's frightening, tumbling your life around, until you only know your name.
It's freeing because nothing will ever be the same.
It's illuminating, exposing every secret and shame.
But most of all.
The energy of transformation must be invited in, to begin its journey.
For if I hadn't gone looking, I never would have found it inside me.

She was there when I was the rain, splashing down over the riverbank, or haunting the halls after his untimely loss. We had danced this dance before, and I had expected that the time for it had long passed. But as the high heat of Summer slipped into fall, she slide in behind me, solid, dependable, present in a way I had never known a woman to be. I am not sure where this road will lead us, for sometimes in the excitement and clatter I barely remember my own name. During such chaos, it helps when each time her skin brushes mine, I feel an anchoring, a coming home. There is a promise in that touch that I still haven't unlocked, yet I know with each jolt of pleased surprise, we are building Something I thought impossible. Who would of thought that me of the thousand year stares and riverbank eyes could hold someone so calm and not bring both us sinking to silty earth.
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@AuthorOcean