twitterpation.
( ode to winter. )
marriage is no longer about just melding minds, or lives.
it is about passing time
and freezing that time space that you found was the best in your life
and having a souvenir to take you along for the rest of the ride
and knowing that that person encapsulates the primes, and not the “roughs”.
the heights,
and not the downturns.
the symphonies,
not the maladies.
( ode to spring. )
it is no longer about,
being kept in a thousand sand storms
and wishing we could find that one true love
and keep ourselves from living
our best times.
it is not about sitting around and waiting.
it is not about choosing between two loves,
choosing between you or the person you marry
choosing between living alone, and having
companionship
it is no longer a construct
that was made by institutions that needed
to get the single people in a format that
makes them
“better”.
and avoid the inevitability of death
as caused by lives that are evolving — and forget that we are in complete
opposition
to ourselves,
in the first place.
if you were unchanged, from that one true love,
was it truly a marriage. or deserving of a forever?
( ode to summer. )
and was it becoming of something that meant
giving up your time,
your meals,
your waking hours,
your devotion to “other people”,
your friendships, and deriving
meaning.
as you knew how. (and only you.)
and contriving what these were -
within a construct that had let you..
and then, understand the deep consolation
that was offered.
to mask the underlying insult of our lives:
being subjected to our humanity.
are we a melding of minds, or a melding of
points in time, in someone’s time clock,
and you, only representing a very distinct
percentage
of someone else’s amount (toggled) in :
time
meaning
caring
pies baked
schools attended
ponytails made
notebooks checked
bags cleared
bags carried,
books wrapped
gifts kept in drawers,
and then wrapped for surprise
on xmas day.
un-spoilt extravagances
summers,
how did you spend your time — if it weren’t
as an exchange to what you had
been given,
and as what time had been spent on you?
( ode to fall. )
marriage is not an accident,
or a desperate attempt at evolving,
within the space of uncertainty,
or the values assigned by your
collaborated significance,
or survived by everyone at any
given time,
or current circumstance.
marriage is a union between two people
who existed in the same exact point
where they believed in its attempt to
organise,
and arrange us into
a convenience
that is automatically wielded
as the point to humanity.
but, today -
it is no longer about the carelessness of
our
happenstances,
or was it ever?
