The Backside of a House

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Home Up There is no Reason to live in Hate What if we are immortal beings The Backside of a House Let my Fingers Touch your Palm I Love Her I Apologize I will never put you down Where to begin I am Unable There has to be a better life

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The Backside of a house. 

 

She stands there waiting to meet me, and I stand here waiting to meet her. She is in a place that I do not quite understand, but I feel her fear` and I embrace it as my own. What one cannot face alone, two will always give it their best~ and find a triumph` unknown~ to the regular people of the world.., the ones living in fear of the media. I do not fear the world, or its many changing ways. This is nothing new to the way we live. We are always in conceptual realizations.

 

 Once’ what seemed the truth only turned out to be a lie. What felt right-minded and possible, became long winded and violent. This was not what I wanted in my life. I was just a soul searching to fit in and do my best at an arranged wedding. Now free of the past, my thoughts today have made many revelations in the ways of relationships. Today is here, and I live with the understanding that trust can be broken, that betrayal hurts worse than poison, and I have learned to stand on my own. This was not easy and took much courage on my part, but my faith in another saw me through.

 

Who am I to question the reality I now live in if it “does” fill me with joy? Because I am happy, and I smile at the simple things in life. It is the magic of love resurfacing in another that turns the wheels of life. This is the place I can find supreme happiness in the arms of another! Such is the great surrender of one soul to another that it makes for good bedmates. It is a truth` that many do sleep alone but in reality, it is the one thing we would gladly share with another. I offer myself to you as a creation of beauty. My spirit has touched yours, and there is much magic in these ways…

 

 For by the realization of bonding, two become one. It is not a hard thing’ as we are booth committed to making eachother happy and sharing whatever must be shared… It is all done out of trust and this exemplifies our true nature. We were created but for one purpose. Too love eachother, and I love her with convictions and respect as she gives the same to me. I can not wait to finish the gardening. It was only a minor cut, and she bandaged it quite well. Though she said be more careful, she was glad it was not more severe…

 

 

Thomas A Sutor

P O Box 2343

Lompoc CA 93438

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