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Time compression.

Love knows no time;

it knows no boundaries.

It only knows you,

for without you,

there is no love.

Love is a word;

and you speak it.

"Since you asked"

We men, when we are young, we say things. Do we lie? Do we mislead? Are we plotting to conceal our intentions? We do not even have intentions. We have only our bundle of confused desire.

A young man speaking to the object of his desire will say anything... [H]e is seeking reflection and refuge. It is not as though he is plotting consciously... He does not know himself. He does not know what it is like to be hurt so grievously that you can't see straight for months and walk into things and can't remember to eat. He sees you and likes what he sees and thinks about what it would be like to be with you all the time, but he does not know.

It is just our condition. We cannot be better than we are.

But eventually something happens, and we tire of being confused and uncertain, and nothing we have done has made the future any clearer, so we leap into the water.

...

It was a risk. Of course it was a risk. It is always a risk. You choose from available people. You say OK, enough time has elapsed, enough crying, enough pain, enough chasing: Let's do this.

And then it's pretty much a simple yes or no.

[Change of point of view]

But even when you receive a reply, you must still interrogate yourself, knowing that this other person, for all his apparent eloquence, has no idea what is in his heart. You must be the one to judge: Do I believe he can do this?

And if your answer to yourself is yes, then you are the one rolling the dice, saying, OK, this is my gamble, this is my roll, this is me going all in, this is me studying the face of the croupier and crossing my fingers like a girl waiting for a gift.

--Cary Tennis

Looking at the wall

You are my fountain.

My fingers love to run at the arm of the chair
on which a mutated man is enthroned--
who wants to be the king of his world;
a one-man kingdom.

He sits like a movie audience--
ensconced in his spot
and engrossed in a film
where he is both the
hero and the villain.

And while on his throne,
flashes of everything he has touched,
saw and heard possessed his senses
until everything went into a halt. 

He is now looking at an invisible wall.

Hello

You will rock the Universe.

I long to see

those serene eyes that put me in a trance;

like a berserk sorcerer.

those serene eyes that put me at a halt;
with the time frozen
and the world at a momentary pause.

Eyes on me

Renaissance

The warrior is a child. (a song)

I am not who I am today,

if it were not because of you.

I almost have lost interest in you--

but your existence watches me.

I transformed to a man, full of ambivalence:

I except to your whims, your world.

I glide on the clouds of doubt,

but you are my sky of truth.

All I have to do now is understand

how I ever have met you, and how

I ever want to stay away from you.

But we are opposite poles of the magnet.

I am in vogue, for you.

Unseen

Still waiting.

Well I suppose

even my revelation

will not touch you.

I shall embrace

the adage that only

time can tell

and time can reveal.

But even if I don't tell you this,

tête-à-tête,

you are still the one--

this heart longs for.

You are the only one my heart desires;

like music for my soul.