I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous person, the
lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the
person in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always
seeking the unattainable.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a
distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens
of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even
exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me
I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be
at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I
try to build them, to find the parts of them that are missing
in me. I end up with holes in my chest.
was in my house, alone in the living room, anxious about you,
watching the flashes of lightning. And a flash of lightning lit
up this truth for me, right in front of my eye. That night i lost
you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things.
Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am
as a person.