Home or House ?
" Crafting homes that allure, but only a few possess the art of making a house a cherished haven.
Salt air whispers against pages, stories intertwine with sun-kissed skin. Her gaze, adrift on an endless horizon, seeks not words but a reflection of self. Houses, faces, fleeting warmth – echoes of belonging yet none a true resting place. The question hangs heavy, unanswered, 'Is this where I finally settle, or just another loving page, another chapter in my love song?' "
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. . . The Unreached Destination . . .
"It is not the destination, but the journey that matters." - T.S. Eliot
In her journey through life, she explored various houses and stayed with different people. Many tried to create a home that suited her tastes, decorating in ways they thought would please her.
However, despite having many homes and companions, the concept of a meaningful home remained elusive. Traveling through the virtual world for over 12 years, she encountered numerous places and faces, yet the feeling of solitude persisted. Though surrounded by others, even though she is the anchor for many people, the search for a genuine and lasting home continued. Since no one could be her anchor, an independent life became a cold path, freezing her heart until it couldn't feel a thing, even with much love surrounding her.
Deep emptiness persisted as the question 'Where is your home?' echoed, and the pursuit of meaning and belonging still continued, as if there were no destination for a free soul like hers.
Houses rise and fall, loved ones come and go, yet the road whispers on, an endless search for the elusive haven called home. Will it be found in the sun-kissed pages of a book, or the rhythm of the tide? Only the whispers of the wind know.
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Her answers when it's about an anchor and a true home.
" My happiness resonates with yours, woven with a tenderness you might not expect. My life flourishes independently, my wings may be familiar with only solo flights, darling, but with you, the sky takes on a radiant shimmer. Not a lifeline, but a more splendid vista. You truly add sweetness to my laughter, make my champagne fizzier.
You're not a necessity, but a cherished upgrade. With you, the view becomes more enchanting, and the laughter richer.
Is it selfish? Perhaps. Is it wise? Absolutely. Call it selfish, call it smart, I choose the penthouse, darling, not the real anchor. Yes, a feel-like anchor blows my mind the best, but no, not a real anchor. Baby, I'm too independent to need it.
In the years of my past, yes, we danced in this borrowed sunrise, all my partners must always be painfully aware that any sunset could whisk it away. No expectations, just the exquisite present. That's all I've offered for 12 years, and that's all I've ever needed. I always said, 'Take it or leave it' - my haven hasn't swayed with the tide, no guarantees, just the exquisite. Or take it or leave it - this heart yearns only for sunsets, never for chains.
Yet now, I've embraced change, a new me and a tide I've never experienced before. All to bring us happiness, allowing this relationship to flourish in the best way possible.
Still, there are no anchors here, just wider open arms, and the choice is always yours. "
Your move, firecracker
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D/s involves the dynamic between two people: one independent and the other dependent.
A: My life 'needs' you to be a part of it always.
B: My life 'prefers' having you, it's always a better life with you in it.
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" Perhaps I don't need you like a ship needs an anchor, or a bird, a nest. But I choose you, every fluttering beat of my heart a whispered preference. To be with you is to paint the horizon with rainbows, to dance with fireflies under stolen starlight. And though it may seem like a selfish waltz, a whispered plea for permanence, know this my love: the thought of stopping this exquisite choreography, of silencing the symphony we create, tears at the very fibers of my being...
So we walk hand in hand, my nomad love, into the unknown. We chase sunsets and build castles of sand, knowing the tide may reclaim them. But in each grain of laughter, in each stolen kiss, there is a whispered "forever," a fervent hope that our dreams may one day find a home within each other's hearts.. 💕 "
_____ Scarlett Saphira
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Home or not ?
Home or House ?
" Crafting homes that allure, but only a few possess the art of making a house a cherished haven.
Salt air whispers against pages, stories intertwine with sun-kissed skin. Her gaze, adrift on an endless horizon, seeks not words but a reflection of self. Houses, faces, fleeting warmth – echoes of belonging yet none a true resting place. The question hangs heavy, unanswered, 'Is this where I finally settle, or just another loving page, another chapter in my love song?' "
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. . . The Unreached Destination . . .
"It is not the destination, but the journey that matters." - T.S. Eliot
In her journey through life, she explored various houses and stayed with different people. Many tried to create a home that suited her tastes, decorating in ways they thought would please her.
However, despite having many homes and companions, the concept of a meaningful home remained elusive. Traveling through the virtual world for over 12 years, she encountered numerous places and faces, yet the feeling of solitude persisted. Though surrounded by others, even though she is the anchor for many people, the search for a genuine and lasting home continued. Since no one could be her anchor, an independent life became a cold path, freezing her heart until it couldn't feel a thing, even with much love surrounding her.
Deep emptiness persisted as the question 'Where is your home?' echoed, and the pursuit of meaning and belonging still continued, as if there were no destination for a free soul like hers.
Houses rise and fall, loved ones come and go, yet the road whispers on, an endless search for the elusive haven called home. Will it be found in the sun-kissed pages of a book, or the rhythm of the tide? Only the whispers of the wind know.
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Her answers when it's about an anchor and a true home.
" My happiness resonates with yours, woven with a tenderness you might not expect. My life flourishes independently, my wings may be familiar with only solo flights, darling, but with you, the sky takes on a radiant shimmer. Not a lifeline, but a more splendid vista. You truly add sweetness to my laughter, make my champagne fizzier.
You're not a necessity, but a cherished upgrade. With you, the view becomes more enchanting, and the laughter richer.
Is it selfish? Perhaps. Is it wise? Absolutely. Call it selfish, call it smart, I choose the penthouse, darling, not the real anchor. Yes, a feel-like anchor blows my mind the best, but no, not a real anchor. Baby, I'm too independent to need it.
In the years of my past, yes, we danced in this borrowed sunrise, all my partners must always be painfully aware that any sunset could whisk it away. No expectations, just the exquisite present. That's all I've offered for 12 years, and that's all I've ever needed. I always said, 'Take it or leave it' - my haven hasn't swayed with the tide, no guarantees, just the exquisite. Or take it or leave it - this heart yearns only for sunsets, never for chains.
Yet now, I've embraced change, a new me and a tide I've never experienced before. All to bring us happiness, allowing this relationship to flourish in the best way possible.
Still, there are no anchors here, just wider open arms, and the choice is always yours. "
Your move, firecracker
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D/s involves the dynamic between two people: one independent and the other dependent.
A: My life 'needs' you to be a part of it always.
B: My life 'prefers' having you, it's always a better life with you in it.
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" Perhaps I don't need you like a ship needs an anchor, or a bird, a nest. But I choose you, every fluttering beat of my heart a whispered preference. To be with you is to paint the horizon with rainbows, to dance with fireflies under stolen starlight. And though it may seem like a selfish waltz, a whispered plea for permanence, know this my love: the thought of stopping this exquisite choreography, of silencing the symphony we create, tears at the very fibers of my being...
So we walk hand in hand, my nomad love, into the unknown. We chase sunsets and build castles of sand, knowing the tide may reclaim them. But in each grain of laughter, in each stolen kiss, there is a whispered "forever," a fervent hope that our dreams may one day find a home within each other's hearts.. 💕 "
_____ Scarlett Saphira
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Home or not ?