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celliott1970.bsky.social
in triplicate, if known. what roams behind my orbital bones. 🇨🇦
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A diamond In the rough Yet somehow Still some way Never enough.

Pin my pages make notes in my margins re-read me time and again and never tire of my story.

Well, the pot really does call the kettle black, when convenient of course.

If there is no interaction, is it really social?

What does one do When the familiar Become the estranged. Does one wallow Within the whys, the what ifs Or move forward Without anger, but with praise.

When we reduce Need by simmering In silence It thins out to want. Left on a slow rolling boil Long enough What were left with Is faded memory. It leaves a taste on the palate That begs for A rebirth of need. So, the cycle sets to repeat.

One hand On the nape The other On the hip Lips and heat Passion Won’t quit.

Inspiration and muse can be found anywhere between points A and B.

Fine lines, auras and signs.

Let’s erase the boundaries set out between you and me.

Interest and desire Are related, not interchangeable.

At long last, expectation had died, Leaving room for want and need.

So there’s this Obsession I’ve been holding Onto, you see, It’s got a historical Kind of attachment That keeps coming Back between Me and she. It’s not to be Trifled with Not mocked Or made for show. It’s too deep for that Too real to dispatch It’s got these seeds to sow.

So, I was asked earlier this morning, would I ever go back to Twitter… though there are a few people there I really miss, as they haven’t reached out here, I don’t really think the toxicity of that place is worth it… so, no. Can only hope those rare few who haven’t, connect here as well.❤️

Cautious, like that wolf that’s been an outlier far too long. Relying on themselves, not order or hierarchy, a seasoned kind of strong.

There was no point In him denying He just adored The ways she moved. Mysterious Kind of cat like With a certain Kind of groove. An intentful enchantress How follolishly Fast he fell Though he surely Knew full well He had succumbed To her charms and spell.

If there’s a sudden severance without reason, served in silence, don’t fight it. That silence or vacuum of departure is all one really needs. Let the pieces fall to the ground and rot, their decay will nurture beauty anew, indeed.

Is something really social if interaction is locked away?

A certain kind of familiarity that no longer has its hold;

What to do when One pain fades Into another again When does loss Make way for gain.

Slowly now In incremental steps All the little things Are falling off Falling far way. Nothing left there To hold it together No reason Left to stay.

Why yes, it is all rhetorical and often cryptic too.

Fuck Cupid, I thought you’d have better aim;

Dodge a bullet Only to get knifed.

Perhaps Wisely You muzzle me Perhaps Because You can’t deal Perhaps It’s true It won’t matter Because It can’t change The things We feel, Perhaps.

Just so hungry, as my eyes roll back. Lips parting with fevered intent, to feast, not to distract.

I wonder now How it took This long For me to Settle into Being so gone.

Open up to be All we could be Or don’t, or won’t, That’s on you, It’s not on me.

Time was never a factor In her unravelling of me. The complete loss Of control of my heart Had always been there In the blood, in destiny. Sometimes in loss We might find gain In ways never foreseen.

It lies in wait, hidden in her blush beneath my lips. This true and mutual transcendent love for all ages, which never knows when to quit.

Let me be your alibis, because that’s where the truth lies.

It’s 1:11 Does that Qualify For a wish?

not everyone deserves your anger

If only to travel all the way, to hold hands and talk till dawn. On the outskirts, near the bayou, where neither of us has willpower to be strong.

Let’s do this. Let’s bridge this gap. To hell with all the boarders, the boundaries and what society says is off limits. Life is too short to do anything other than live it. Really live it to the fullest. Experience all we’re meant to, because we all have a hidden expiry date.

Sure, deal in dirt While myself, I’ll assert An aside that will Slip in the shadows.

It turned out that she was nowhere close to playing fair. The reality was though, neither was I.

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Having always seen you, one wonders, do you really see me too?

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For the stolen moments where enough is not enough at all.

One wonders Does she know How much Any attention With intention She sends His way Is the cause To the effect Of his heart Now overflown.

I hate it when you get a grand idea, get distracted, then said idea is gone like puff of smoke.

If I don’t text back at night, it’s because I’m out barking at the moon. 😏🐺