Clarity is beyond entanglement: The end of sorrow, of affect, of conflict.

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She talked without…

She talked without uttering a single word…
When she called my name for the first time, I felt her voice knew me…- from an yet unhappened story, from someone else’s dream…from whispers in herself that were others’ unsaid stories in me…
She saw me in all these unseen glimpses. It was love.

I wish someone else played for me…

No wonder that Franz Liszt came here for inspiration…

Abeyance