We both are bouncing spirits, ancient souls with a shared life. Once we were just one person, a soul that splits in half...this is why we are so alike, this is why is so hard for us to be close sometimes...because we see our bad things reflected on the other...but on the other hand, this is why we love so much; because we know how far can we go and how much we could do for love.
I will always be the Gypsy that fell in love with a Story Teller, not in this time and space, but in one so remote that its lost in the pages of history. One that had been with us for centuries...too many lives, too many paths, so many stories without an epilogue.
It is useless to try to separate, it will follow us to the next plane...it is useless to hide, we will always find each other whether we want it or not.
What is meant for us to learn? I don't know. Neither I know for who of us is this lesson...we both are kharma and dharma at the same time...we try but at the same time we resist with all our strengh.
I don't have much time...I am uncertain about when should I leave this plane, but I know it won't be too far from today.
If tomorrow never comes I want to say that I love you, that you are my Dreamer...a Dreamer with no end and no begining...eternal, My Eternal Dreamer.
3/24/01 |
