Lu Unfiltered

Tag: possibility

  • Ever wonder

    what it is that holds you  back? Fear of… Failure? Being discovered as a fraud?  Or worst still, being average? What would happen if you simply did? Despite the loaded “what if”?   Suddenly, a whole new world of possibility opens. Free of the ever-present judgment of  your current  reality. You could just, try that new…

  • I’m sorry

    I’m here forsomeoneelse.Only I’mnot.I’m here tobe fully consumed,by you. To be held,to be nurtured.To be in awe of.And to gasp at.To bea source ofgreat amusement,even comedy.To beconfused by,to be lovedby,to befully me.With allthe weird danglybits. And thefeelings,and the big laughs,and the contemplationand uncertainty.And joyousabandon. I’m hereto be.Withyou. ~Lu

  • I’m feeling

    somewhat outof sortstoday.There’s a dullache. Nothingthat needsmedical attentionof the official kind.Instead,it’s my heart. She’snot quiteherself. Despitethe extra sleep, andstretching out acrossthe entire bed.Despite eatingall the chocolatemyself, without needingto share.Despite watchingexactly what I wantedwithout having tonegotiate and compromise. See,I seem to havemisseda trick here.The wonder ISin the compromise,in the negotiation,in the figuring outhow two bodies shareone…

  • I’m frightened

    and as Iwrite this,even more so.For I believethat wespeak thingsinto life.And this includesbad things. What frightens meis that youwill somehowdisappear, get lostor take yourself offto somewhere else,indefinitely.And more so,the prospect thatyou will simplyslip away slowly,your marvelousnessleaking through mygrasping fingers.The slow smoulderto death, throughinattentiveness,and that age-oldpassion killer: takingsomeone for granted. These are thethoughts thatkeep me up…

  • Enough

    talking,the girl says,looking at thewomen. It’s time forus to dothe thing. We’vespent toomuch timehiding,or rather you have.I’ve been herethe whole time,waiting foryou totake my handand stepon out,over the ledge. You knowwe have wings,right?You know we’llnot fall to ourdeaths… This time. Her hand a babyhamster in mine.All soft and dainty,moistin its naivety. Yet I knowthat she…

  • These

    randommomentssneak up on me.Quite unexpectedly. I wake up,and you’re there.So handsome, Ican barely look at you.The memories ofbliss, laughterand togethernessflooding in. I watch you atparties.Your swoon-inducing laugh,your humour…The view from this besottedplace, quite priceless. How did we gethere?Mating in captivityas lightening crashesall around. Firecracker,intellectualist,funnyman,mensch,doglover.The complete packagein amost deliciouswrapping. ~Lu

  • Sustenance

    where do youfind yours,in this oneprecious life?Do you have sometucked away inthe soft warmrubs of yourdog’s tummy?The lazy smile ofyour lover?The smell of yourmorning coffee,and that tiny mouthwateringmoment beforethe first sip? Have you made spacefor it on yourbookshelf? Orperhaps betweenthe pages of yourfavourite books?In the gentle kindnessof dear friendsperhaps?Or in thoseawe inspiring momentsin nature, when…

  • Everyone really

    does needa Hugoin their life. That voice,often finding youdeepinthe wilderness,guiding you backto the bestpossible reality.The unashamedobserver ofyour trueand ultimatesparkle. The giverof the most gloriousfree gifts…Like kindness,and time.A cozinessthat is bothcomfortingand turn-on levelmanliness. Grown menwith poodles,really shouldrule the world.And don’t justtake myword for it.Find theright Hugofor your ownlife…and watch as themagic unfolds. ~Lu

  • What are

    the dreamshiding tounlockyour beautiful life?Your lifeof purpose,of fun, and beingfully you? Where are they?Check the drawersand cupboards ofyour heart andsoul. Shake off the dust covers,and fold themaway.Roll up that Persian carpetcovering the trapdoorto the silly things,yep, that aren’t things,that you want toadd to your life. Because, well,you want to.Something inside youcalls to them.Have you numbed…

  • So this is

    what itfeels liketo be loved.To be wanted.To be trulyseen,appreciated,and savoured. Beauty isindeedin the eye of thebeholder, andthere’s a lotto be said to bein the sightsof a soft, generouseye. Love isinteresting.And being lovedeven moreso.It’s notwhat I thoughtit was going to be.There’s more teeth,and more softness.There’s variety,and wild abandon,and trust.And stillness,and eyegazing,and wonder. It’s the everydayness ofa…