The Resilience of Things
Serialized fiction from The Book of Seven Journeys of Love
This is the aftermath of writing.
I should have been empty. I should have been handed a life drained of the essence. I should have been experiencing nothing but white.
I should have been left with an empty peace settled over me, having lived a turmoiled peace. I should have been left.
Resigned, I come back. There’s still more to live. The resilience of things amazes me.
They should have left me. I have lived them thoroughly. They should have left.
Soon they’ll again take over me. They’ll begin me afresh. I’ll again plant my self in them; tenderly and lovingly.
Imperceptibly, the resilience of things will take over.
Is it love that doesn’t make them leave me? I have loved them thoroughly. I should have been left.
Is there more to the world than love? Is there more love in the world than love of the world?
I should not have been left to love more love in the world than love of the world. I should not have been left alone with this love.
Resigned, I come back. There’s still more to love.
The resilience of things loves me.
