How far would you go?

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How far would you go in pursuit of a dream, a passion, a desire, a curiosity, a wish, a want, a need, a fantasy, a hope, a glimmer, a curse? How far would you go to follow a heart — yours or hers? How far would you go for that smile, scent, sound, pulse, warmth? How far would you go to look into her eyes, know her as she knows you?

How far would you go for her heartbeat? How far would you go to get into you and how far would you go to get away, hide behind walls and clouds and pretty shiny distractions? How far would you go so you’ll never come back? How far would you go to leave yourself behind, to never see a familiar sight, a known shore? How far would you travel into uncharted territories of loss? How far would you go to ask the goddess to grant you a forgetfulness that lasts seven lifetimes?

How far does love travel before it’s counted as gone?


About FS

Toronto, Canada. Writing about slices of life, the moments and minor details of which come into awareness or out of imagination and the spaces inbetween. On hiatus from writing ... at least for now.
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10 Responses to How far would you go?

  1. tomboy says:

    I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more, to be the woman who walked a 1000 miles to fall down at her door.

  2. makingspace1 says:

    Farther than I would have thought. Thankfully.

    • FS says:

      Thank goodness analytic mind has its limits. 🙂

      • makingspace1 says:

        Oh yes. Thank goodness. I’m very lucky.

      • FS says:

        Dear MakingSpace: I am going to postulate (speaking of analytic mind) that luck has very little to do with it, unless you call the hard work and courage of listening to that little, solid, clear inside voice that leads you to the edge of things and encourages you to step out — feeling the fear and doing it anyway — that then situates you in a different place enabling you to see that there are a range of choices available to you, any one of which exposes you to new people and places, taking you further than you thought; but, that’s just me, postulating from your writings. I’d say you’re very brave. ;-).

  3. I would go wherever I needed to go, to the ends of the earth and back. Love can change, mutate even, but, love is never gone, not love, facsimile maybe but, not love.
    I have a picture of Amelia in my bookstore, she is a ‘butch’ icon of mine. Thank you, this was beautiful.

    • FS says:

      You are most welcome. You know, I have often wondered exactly where are the ends of the earth? 😉

  4. valerie says:

    Gosh, If I knew who she was?
    Why, to the moon and back… maybe even around the milky way!
    I’d build my own spaceship, just for her….

    I don’t want to forget.

    What if it’s more a question of how long, rather than how far love travels before it’s counted as gone?

    • FS says:

      Hmmm. That gets us into the time and space continuum. But since you’d build your own spaceship, and presumably navigate it as well through singularities, black holes, wormholes and amazing sunsets, methinks that’s not a problem for you. 😉

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