I've never felt alone until I met you.
Thursday, September 23
Wednesday, September 22
revelation #28
at times, it felt like her hopes and dreams exploded and floated up in a mushroom cloud.
Monday, September 20
Subtract the Swirlies
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-- Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Wednesday, September 8
revelation #27
isn't it ironic how humans who try so hard to search through the rubble of life to find pebbles of truth could be so stubbornly blind about their own lives?
Wednesday, September 1
Can You Hear Me Now?
maybe he was used to them chalking up whatever decisions she made to a peculiar kind of logic, all his own. it excused so much;; it excused everything. he was an artist, he was moody, he was selfish. he needed his sleep he needed his space, he needed his time. if he'd kept himself apart from the rest of the world, these things would have just been quirky annoyances. but that was the thing. he did involve other people. he reached out, drew them close. you couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. it wasn't like a light switch, easy to shut on or off. if you were in, you were in. if you were out, your were out. it didn't seem complicated at all.
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