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Enchanted Unbalanced
When he spoke it was gentle, soft
as a feathery breeze. With a whisper
of friendship, he listened with his
senses, feeling what was said and
understanding rather than just hearing
the words, his manner refective, giving
the appearance of solitude.

It is easy to get caught in the gentle web
he weaves, with a mezmerizing, subtle
touch, he sees who you are and your needs
as surely as if he had a direct line to
your heart.

That's what draws you to him, as if you
were a moth being drawn to the flame.

TLShort 02/99















 		It is a fine line between love and hate. Walking that
line is a balancing act. a body gets tired of the
maelstrom of emotion that comes with the struggle.

The upheavel is distressing. How do you cope with those
mixed feeling? How can you go from the pleasure of
love to the anger of hate with the swiftness of a
sigh.

I know! It is the uncertainty that makes the mind
question what the heart knows. the mind with it's
ever doubting thoughts, that wants to dwell on the
negative, instead of trusting the elusive whispers of
the heart.

What do you do to block the unending flow of distructive
thoughts, so that we can move forward with exhileration
and celebration of the future. Hoping that our hearts
are wiser than our heads.

TLShort 02/99
Butterflies
My stomach is a flutter with nervous tension, my mind is racing towards the unknown. My courage seems to be holding for the moment. Everything is a whirl, threatening to send me into a dark abyss of fear

I am going to do something I have never done before, something I never wanted before because of my fear of
failure, yet now I seem to have this compulsion to break the patterns of the past, to experience the adventures that life has to offer, to live my life with passion.

So with my nerves jangling, my stomack in knots, I will get up there and sing my heart out as if it wasn't a competition.

TLShort 11/02/99
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