fool's paradise

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[the-fool9]

I was once told that humans are made of stardust which is to say, that there is a chance, that the lovers, those who are our soulmates, are just smaller pieces of the same star. When The Big met The Bang and science happened before eyes that did not exist yet, collided and made love to each other was your star next to mine? Tell me, my love did someone ever wish upon the star we are made from?

[the-fool9]

If a star fell from the sky every time I thought of you the world would be so dark the night a deathly hue If a leaf fell from a tree every time I wished you near the forest would be bare a winter all the year If a wave stopped crashing in every time I saw your smile the shore would be so bleak a barren rocky pile If a song was never sung each time I ached for you the land would be so quiet pleasures would be few But none of this is so the world keeps turning around and though you're gone from sight by love we're always bound.

[the-fool9]

I wept and wept. I had come to believe that if I really wanted something badly enough, the very act of my wanting it was an assurance that I would not get it.

[the-fool9]

if you're looking for forever, i'll take the batteries out of my clocks. so that we'll be stuck inside this moment as if time had really stopped. i would tell you i love you every second, except here, seconds do not exist. so i'll say i love you with each breath, with each smile, with each kiss. and when i die, you can crank your watch, restart your clocks, begin the time and know that we were infinite in the moment that you were mine.

[the-fool9]

Dear Milena,

I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: "Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow."

Perhaps we don't love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant?

Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.

[the-fool9]

"If you must die, I'll envy even the earth that wraps your body."

[the-fool9]

Everyone I know and I meet, will have to know you, to understand me.

[the-fool9]

I still hope that maybe time has made a mistake

[the-fool9]

To live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go

[the-fool9]

there's whole lot of life left to live. a lot more art to make. a lot more love to give. a lot more oceans to see.

[the-fool9]

did you think i was a city big enough for a weekend getaway i am the town surrounding it the one you've never heard of but always pass through there are no neon lights here no skyscrapers or statues but there is thunder for i make bridges tremble i am not street meat i am homemade jam thick enough to cut the sweetest thing your lips will touch i am not police sirens i am crackle of a fireplace i'd burn you and you still couldn't take your eyes off me cause i'd look so beautiful doing it you'd blush i am not a hotel room i am home i am not the whiskey you want i am the water you need don't come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me

[the-fool9]

Now I am wiser and have heard all the stories of love's fragility. It is very common, rebuilding with someone else. Especially if the two meet each other at the cusp of adulthood. Perhaps I'm naive, because I felt anguish at the very thought of sleeping against warm flesh that isn't yours.

[the-fool9]

I memorized the pattern of your heartbeat last night. And I finally understood the travesty of having to let go of someone.

[the-fool9]

sometimes i want to ask the earth,

was it beautiful here

without us

or maybe you were lonely too

Shayla Lawz, flight training

[the-fool9]

No one is watching. So why does it have to be beautiful? You, in pain, are no closer to god than You, in the drive thru or You, checking your email or You, holding your own hand.

Elle Emerson, Regarding the Röttgen Pietà

[the-fool9]

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not, how shall I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better?

[the-fool9]

When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow. Anything that touches.