The things I love are
either dying, dead, and or gone.
Have you ever loved a thing so beautiful you wanted to destroy it?
To destroy it so long as you keep it? untainted and unfurbished.
To destroy it before the beauty within corrupts itself.
There is nothing more dangerous than the idea
of a lover you loved so unconditionally,
so passionately, so destructively, and accept
no present and no future, because you love her always and only in your past;
The only certainty where she exists.
Meandering through nostalgia and the unfulfilled memories of your soul.
What is it about love that makes a man foolish?
What is it about love in our bias culture?
What is it about love that is so powerful? that manifests into your core?
What is it about love, when you find it in unexpected places?
I am a fool.
A happy fool.
A happy struggling fool.
But life moves in circles.
An end is just another start.
