Not every love story is beautiful.
In fact, most of them are ugly and bloody.
In matters of love, there are rarely intact survivors. We are all bruised, broken, and maimed… sometimes for life.
“Our deepest fears are like dragons protecting our greatest treasures.” (adapted from Rilke).
What is a relationship
If not a community of two?
When the feelings of both
Are mutually related
And differences far and few?
“When it comes to love, there is nothing quite so good as clarity.”
(Margot Robbie‘s character in “Amsterdam.”)
My barber has a funny sticker on the mirror. It reads, “Great hair does not come out of a bottle.”
Neither does love grow out of attending relationship seminars, reading books and listening to podcasts, or (shockingly)…
My heart is conflicted,
Torn.
I’ve exhausted my sadness,
At the thought of losing you.
In the place beyond sadness,
How are you? She asks.
May as well ask me to describe the color blue.
Still pumping blood, still shedding and multiplying cells by the billions.
What cleverer answer could I give to describe my state?
I used to pursue limited liability in my relationships.
Don’t you?
No, you are brave. Your attention rushes behind your curiosity, all consequences be damned.
Koala found himself high above in the trees, freezing in the bleak winter. He was holding on to the branches with all his might. Then he realized he was still clutching the acorn that the squirrel had given him. With…
A woman moved from hall to hall
Scanning the sea of dancers within
Her lover is nowhere to be found
Has she looked hard enough?