You have brought back a childhood tender loving care that appears to me was absent every night, there is a vacuum negating joy every step of the way for my little self.
I have felt the pitchfork tyranny about four times total since we met. Triggered by my own inadequacy, by the sadness of unbelonging, by the seductions of a self destruct button.
I am reborn when I sing praises, when I turn romantic, and seek more adjectives, when I become conscious of colors and smells around me.
Hereby I declare a simple passion, that of most humans, love.
Love for love’s sake. Love for the masochism of it. Love for the fun joy. Love for the untamed desert, jungle and city spirits. Love for the dead quiet streets and the loudness of a crowded museum.
Love as it comes to surprise you, lift you, threaten you with sweetness, love as it comes nude, in full transparency to open the door for you and brief you to a world you deny yourself, pleasures you cannot fathom and reject.
Ode to a loveful life, make it one worthy of portrayal and remembrance, dear reader, may you remember to wear your rose colored glasses from time to time.