As the brutal winds of the winter cold blows outside I cant help but think that winter is this mythical monster that freezes everything in its wake…

But I think to myself and pause for a brief moment, the real monster is within. We have become accustomed to living a life without moments, our souls intertwined into a digital realm of numbness. We have made our new reality here, we have lost touch with how it feels like to really love. We have replaced what is real with dopamine fed lies, all of us addicted in our own small way.

We yearn for something real, but we look for it in a virtual place….

Human souls were not made for this, we were made for touch, real touch. The feeling of love has become but a distant memory in this world where the soul get’s numbed with cold digital nuances of what life is supposed to be…

Does love exist? I sure hope so! I’m not talking about the love a parent has for a child. I’m talking about the love for another soul’s intimacy, suddenly this word has changed and has new meaning that has only to do with the physical acts of love and nothing to do with the real meaning of intimacy…

Intimacy is trust, care, touch, emotion, moments, acts of love…and the last but not least making love intimately to another soul. This somehow also means that it must be kept secret, between two lovers, partners in life, soul mates per say.

We need to re learn the olden days of love and courtship, then only can we enter this virtual divide with the openness it brings, and embrace what it provides and be able to put it down, to live a full life without it..

We have but only a few moments in this life, go for them and don’t hold back, love with your entire being, and never be afraid of who you are…

The winter too has to end, and usher with it’s end the colourful world of what summer and the heat of love can bring…

A winter’s tale…. Love is at the door, don’t let it walk past…



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