@loripalminteriTweets by @loripalminteri
It just goes down like this…..
It’s nothing really significant
It’s nothing so special
That we are not so unique
That we happen all the time
It doesn’t mean that our experience is any less
If it’s new to us, then it is new
That maybe we are drawn to certain people, certain places, certain wonders, because we’ve been there before, many times, we just don’t remember but we’re drawn to it because of blank
That if we were born again to the same time, the same place, the same body, we would be born again blank
Otherwise we would remember
Perhaps that explains the innate forces that drive you towards someone
That awful feeling
That wonderful feeling
When you don’t know why
Because of blank
The deja vu
New but old
Old and then new
Anxiety from all the other times you made the same mistakes but you can’t remember past lives
Just a feeling Just a feeling
The feeling that makes you human, that (blank) feeling, you know so well
You miss (blank)
If you’re born into the same skin, the same year, the same time. more than once, multiple times, will it happen in the same way every time. Forever in a loop, achieving the same goals, suffering the same failures, raised by the same highs, crushed by the same lows, loved by the same lovers, betrayed in the same ways, laughed at the same moments, cried in the same hardships, filling in all the blanks as you always have.
A feeling in your gut, that blank feeling………
Not to be confused with the hole, the one so many of us have: the emptiness.
That is not blank.
It may have recurred, or worse, grows and grows, but a black hole isn’t blank. A black hole can consume blank. And starts it over. Maybe. Destroys blank. Reverts all back to blank.
And then, BLANK, something happens, a spark of some sort, a big bang, a shot gun blast.
And your head goes blank. That familiar feeling. Because you want to explore blank. Because you want to remember how it went down all the times before. It is your identity. It is your identity to fill in the Blank.
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