Everything is good. But we stopped going places.
We spend less time together.
There’s water on the lake, but barely a ripple.
A Passionate Spell (thelovespells.com)
“When will she be leaving her room,
Where the night still hangs like a half-folded bat,
And passion unbearable seethes in the darkness”
Verse from D.H. Lawrence, Two Fold
“What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person.
Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most
of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body
and the spirit seek expression outside of self… It reminds
us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead
and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.”
Quotation from John Boorman, Projections
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