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What is there besides the search?

There is stillness.

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Her gaze gusted me out of myself, as that of me which became hers was first drawn to her.

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I feel the sun pass across my soul when she sees me.

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When I see her I know her, and everything else ceases. When the world becomes we two alone.

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But who doesn't like Sancho better than Quixote? An asshole is who.

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The true adventure is here, in the travel, in the in-between places. Any “end” is storybook emptiness. There is only pursuit. Even if you seize the jewel of the makings of your mind, new horizons will always come calling, turning you from the entrancing glow of that sought after end that you seemed to lay hold of across an impossible distance. A sickly beckoning comes, reducing all the trials of your former travels to even less than a step, making them seem worthless, like a self-consuming farce.

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Consciousness is an appendage.

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Story is its own language.

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I wanted to be great, but I wasn't even functional.

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I wrote 230 wds in 31 min of writing yesterday.

excerpt

"The night has a serene cast of moonlit blue to it, a gentleness of light, like a charmed thought given its own grove to worship in. Seeming twinkling in the scraggly bowers surrounding the salvage yard, silver faerie lights at play in the naked branches."

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I wrote 235 wds in 49 min of writing yesterday.

excerpt

"Near silent seas, and the sun sitting like a solitary god pleased with all passing below, and the serenity of the nights, when the heat had died, and what lingered was all the sweet vapor of the energy it left behind."

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Reddit: Always Right, Never Helpful

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Worlds, outside World, in her eyes. Escape she offers anytime.

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We have sacrificed the world for the shelter of each other's arms. Nothing else is needed.

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A yearning like being crushed from the inside. Love and lunacy often drink from the same cup.

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Cascading brilliance touching the features of her face, as though her skin were the screen for the cinema of the heavens to play upon.

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Beyond. We go beyond together, clean of every claim the world could attempt to make on us.