I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

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True Romance

Inspired by a close friend, the Bardot in the Blue a Paris Bird....

True Romance is the constant struggle to build a relationship with someone who isn't compatible. It consist of two people who aren't meant to be together, can't be together, won't be together, but struggle to be together. The romance and beauty exist during the time that one pursues the other, the other denies the other and hopefully one gives in and they find little time together. Which in that moment, it is bliss. But there is no hollywood ending and there is much pain, we sadist and masochistic hopeless romantics live for this pain. This romance, especially when it comes to a screeching halt.

Like drug addicts, alcoholics and the insane, these people constantly fail to make something work using the same methods that have failed over and over again. It is not rational for them to even consider changing the variables, their insanity demands that they be with this person who is the corner to a puzzle and they are the center.

The love is so strong they forget the lows and ignite themselves on the highs. These control freaks desperately try to force the squares into the circle hole and refuse to look for the damn circle.

In the end the hopeless romantic knows that he/she cannot be with the other person. And even though deep down inside they know this, they never want to truly believe it or accept it. Instead we wallow in self pity and live in the functioning memories of the past, the brief hiccups where it worked out just fine.

"there's something inside you"

1 comment:

  1. "Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."