Wat_Tyler
Allah's Favorite
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Damn that lazy bone. I'm too familiar with it. Or, Pressfield's version - the Resistance.
And then it becomes Habit. Inertia is a bitch.
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Damn that lazy bone. I'm too familiar with it. Or, Pressfield's version - the Resistance.
A man speaking truth.
I struggle with getting thoughts in order. I usually get hit with inspiration like bolt of lighting and have to start writing right then. Last night I woke up…thoughts about a story/poem…went back to sleep and now it’s gone…
Einstein’s spooky action at a distance or quasi quantum entanglement I find myself wondering similar things. In particular reaction to this tangent ‘the me that branched off from me in the past’ I wonder if will ever branch off from my past?Probably because of my age, I've been thinking a lot about the past and things I might have done differently with my life. Things like where I went to college and what I majored in, places I lived or wish I had lived, old girlfriends and wish-they-would-have-been girlfriends. What I ended up doing for a living. Whether I have been a kind enough person. What I could have done to be less shy.
None of this has any real meaning, of course. At best I, or the me that branched off from me in the past, have done all of those things in the many worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics, but all of those incarnations of me, if they actually exist, are probably also wondering about whether those choices were the right ones to have made.
I've had a really good life overall, so it's kind of a silly Gedankenexperiment. But it's where a lot of my poems come from.
I thought of you two as I was writing it. I know of a handful of "Lit" couples, but our two stories are the only ones I know of that happened on the poetry forum.https://forum.literotica.com/threads/flash-challenge-love-letters.1615825/#post-99346572
Angeline's poem, Mystify Me, post 21... really, reallllllllllllly resonates with me given the history of HarryHill and myself
think his flight to me was a whole lot longer than 1,000 miles... Tennessee to Atlanta to Canada to the UK... and mine which was somewhere between 6 and 7,000 miles i think. But the heart of the poem, that is us, too.