tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017426638923824978.post3968816129541224577..comments2023-01-25T00:23:26.988-08:00Comments on gypsy girl: The Moving Curtaingypsy girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18328209377576324575noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017426638923824978.post-54983321216682836932008-07-14T05:19:00.000-07:002008-07-14T05:19:00.000-07:00Yes. Cursed for a lifetime of solitude. Even when ...Yes. Cursed for a lifetime of solitude. Even when we are rolled and slid and connected into one, pushing into the other's boundary, filled with the same wanting, desiring, yearning, I can't possibly hear what you hear, see what you see, feel what you feel.<BR/>The loneliness.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017426638923824978.post-37296131394159870602008-07-13T14:14:00.000-07:002008-07-13T14:14:00.000-07:00The difficulty of human experience is the irreconc...The difficulty of human experience is the irreconcilability with another. Our moments are separated by flesh and blood. The parameters of experience are too often determined by the fact that we are separate, unique entities. But wanting, desiring, yearning, pushes the boundaries.gypsy girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18328209377576324575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9017426638923824978.post-44131881897861378632008-07-07T00:35:00.000-07:002008-07-07T00:35:00.000-07:00In the stillness between my heartbeats, I wanted t...In the stillness between my heartbeats, I wanted to feel the wind behind your curtain behind my curtain, I wanted to see what you saw through the window of your eyes through the wiindow of my eyes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com