no idea what happened to life
if i had one,
no sense in looking for it.
After all these years
died and came back
the same mistakes.
whomever i should have been
I have been nothing but
the beginning and the end of the ones I love
the ones who loved me.
But love.
Stranger than the language I write in this instant.
a misunderstanding, a place in which i think i am.
about to be full precise dense intense blue and purple
dims vaguely in the horizon
what promise was written nowhere?
no one whispered to me
into what underworld should i descend to find it?
if i had one,
no sense in looking for it.
After all these years
died and came back
the same mistakes.
whomever i should have been
I have been nothing but
the beginning and the end of the ones I love
the ones who loved me.
But love.
Stranger than the language I write in this instant.
a misunderstanding, a place in which i think i am.
about to be full precise dense intense blue and purple
dims vaguely in the horizon
what promise was written nowhere?
no one whispered to me
into what underworld should i descend to find it?
Love fucks
ReplyDeleteeverything
anything
doesn’t it?
But you’re right in that point:
You or me or so many others around are nothing if there’s no love in our lives. Even though you built something great, something grand
or beautiful
or you just made the most perfect child.
Love fucks many of us. (I may say…)