Feb 03
Love Calamity
- While I am in production of writing this I am angry, confused, and surprised at the fact of all the fore warnings on this type of love; the type of love that makes us not give a fuck about sanity and humanity. The intensity of this shit is so strong that it can make you doubt the love or true interest your higher power has for you, because he of all people should know that you are not built for the endurance of falling in love at least not at the ripe old age of 20.
- Every time I try to escape it meets me for a steely stare down right before sundown, and my thoughts go retreating and defeated back to you. To say that monkey is all bad would be the equivalency to the earthquake in Haiti. Sure it was a travesty that killed thousands, but through this natural calamity came the unification of people in the entire world. To some I realize my monkey and the earthquake are not remotely equatable….but to me it is. He has the power to make my world move, shake, crumble; he is strongly off the rector scale destructing every window in my soul. And after all damages have been done he is the Red Cross, my international relief. I want to scream text 202 202 to donate tears of love and prayer.
- I am as much of an American as the next person. I too am a pragmatist and skeptic of almost all situations that you cannot skillfully predict the outcome…..but love is the gamble we take either painfully or triumphantly
