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Meditation upon love

MOTTO: I love the love you bring

It takes more than ten years of our petty infant life to realize that we were born alone. From this moment on, the search is vivid. We dodge dicks and pussies, we dodge hookers and freebies, we dodge the dreams and desires of others, we dodge the snow and the rain, the storm of emotions for that one thing that makes us human. Our desire to be left alone with that one person that makes a difference in our loneliness. The person in whose soul “I love you”s never dig up the void, but rather make it of a creamy consistent flavour, so  that you can eat the void with a soup spoon. That someone that ripples our sinapses and makes silence confortable.

We see people come and go, all fearing the same loneliness, desperately trying to swallow a moment of eachother’s time, to swallow an act, not a feeling, to swallow facts and not ideas, hoping that the flow of everyday events will eventually lead to their dissolvation into a higher sense of beloning. We see the same people hating eachother when they should only hate their expectations, their tendency to beautify and objectify a thing that’s never been more than a sacred concept: love. So next time you hold a hand in its grace, and next time you glance over a curly and ethereal sleeping body, fearing the flicker of time, just give love some thought. It’s easier to keep feelings categorised on a shelf, drowned in clichees and safe spots, advertised by glowing neon sighs and endless hallucinations. And it’s much easier to accept the cross of loneliness in a world of crowded madmen and arbitrary encounters, when the search for the truth and the perfect blend of feathers and doom is never nothing else but an endless rickety labyrinth into your own, demonic, self.

  • mi?u
    Posted at 23:06h, 29 October Reply

    such a beautiful text

  • Sinziana
    Posted at 16:39h, 30 October Reply

    Simt ca orice as spune e un comentariu inutil…Totusi…e textul care aseaza intr-o retea cristalina trairile mele din ultima vreme, franturile de ganduri ce pluteau inlauntrul meu asa aiurea dandu-le un sens. M-a melancolizat adolescentin…:)Mi-e dor de Ana >D< si de liceu si de mine, cred….

  • vince
    Posted at 10:17h, 31 October Reply

    Money, get away.
    Get a good job with good pay and you’re okay.
    Money, it’s a gas.
    Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
    New car, caviar, four star daydream,
    Think I’ll buy me a football team.

    Money, get back.
    I’m all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
    Money, it’s a hit.
    Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit.
    I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
    And I think I need a Lear jet.

    Money, it’s a crime.
    Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie.
    Money, so they say
    Is the root of all evil today.
    But if you ask for a raise it’s no surprise that they’re
    giving none away.

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