Black Stone Gold [a message in a bottle revisited: entropy, synchronicity, quantum entanglement]

I give up. Give in. Our clever brains have some stubborn magnetic attraction that keeps defying human sabotage. We know how to find each other, what buttons to push. Imagine that super collision of energy in one place. You haven't played fair but I forgive you because no one matches my mind and soul the way you do so whatever we are, we're connected...

When you're ready I'll hear you out, pull on those great shoulders gently so they release and tangle with my arms. Then maybe we can sleep side by side, curled in without the push- pull for a few days, weeks. I'm exhausted from the miles of tension and need those hands in mine. I remember those hands. Pointing out places we would never go, where I should move, cut me to the core without knowing. And still I miss them, love their movements. Sparks novel and a million other notes and stories,, muse, protector?

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