First thoughts

First thoughts

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This is my first writing in years there may be triggers and I will try to warn about these as we go. At this time this is an introduction to thoughts, ideas, emotions and feelings. I will try to write more of this story, it for now I will be interested to see how this works. There is love and loss in this description, I hope this won't impact readers as the loss is in the form of discovery of what is inside and what could have been and may still be. The earliest memory The sensation of never being alone, having someone close and with me at all times gave me a contentment and calm that I have sort, but rarely found since. Together, so close, floating as one. Yet unaware of anything. No space just a strange light and sounds that don't really come directly to us. Growing and developing together. Until that time when something happened. Torn apart, but not lost. Somehow some of what we were is fused into me. I become us and will never forget. There are times when I find you inside me, then I will take over. As time passes I discover joys and passions that are mine, yet I know we would have shared. Together to a level that is perhaps not possible alone. Something is missing yet if I allow myself to relax I can find you in my mind, body and soul. The imprint is there and will never be lost as the memory of completeness is of me and us as one now. This story could be of the past, present or hopes for the future. Of discovery and understanding. This may be confused thinking, I hope there is intrigue and interest. I will wait to see if anyone even notices this tiny pebble I am casting into the ocean. I don't expect the ripples to be noticed, but I feel a sense of being and connection from writing these words. So until I feel the need to write more, or hear of thoughts. Thank you for taking the time to read this attempt at writing a story introduction.
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A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

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