What of beauty, what of looks. They will fade in time. Hairs turn grey, then white, or fall away altogether. Skin goes from fair and soft to worn leather as the years go by. It is not physical beauty that I search for, that I long for, that I lust after.
What of words, and the voices that say them. They will fade in time. What was said yesterday will be forgotten by tomorrow. What is written can be lost or burned, what is spoken can be twisted and turned against the speaker. It is not fancy words and promises that I search for, that I long for, That I lust after.
What of happiness, what of joy. They will fade in time. Such fickle feelings, they last no longer than a moment, strung together on a translucent string until they are abruptly snipped by the next feeling to come along. No more reliable than a tornado, the feeling comes and goes without call or reason. It is not everlasting happiness that I search for, that I long for, That I lust after.
What of love, what of forever. Yes.... what of it. There is no real love in loving one's body, only lust and desire. There is no true love in words, spoken or written, which can be taken back or torn apart. There is no forever in happiness and joy because feelings are ever changing and uncontrollable. So what of forever love. Simple, it is that which I search for, I long for, I lust after. That is love.
What of words, and the voices that say them. They will fade in time. What was said yesterday will be forgotten by tomorrow. What is written can be lost or burned, what is spoken can be twisted and turned against the speaker. It is not fancy words and promises that I search for, that I long for, That I lust after.
What of happiness, what of joy. They will fade in time. Such fickle feelings, they last no longer than a moment, strung together on a translucent string until they are abruptly snipped by the next feeling to come along. No more reliable than a tornado, the feeling comes and goes without call or reason. It is not everlasting happiness that I search for, that I long for, That I lust after.
What of love, what of forever. Yes.... what of it. There is no real love in loving one's body, only lust and desire. There is no true love in words, spoken or written, which can be taken back or torn apart. There is no forever in happiness and joy because feelings are ever changing and uncontrollable. So what of forever love. Simple, it is that which I search for, I long for, I lust after. That is love.
4 comments:
I quite liked this. Especially this line:
"Such fickle feelings, they last no longer than a moment, strung together on a translucent string until they are abruptly snipped by the next feeling to come along."
Lovely.
I thought you needed this:
".... let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it will not always be so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and wish more than all the world for your return."
-Mary Iron - 1964
Beautiful hun :) Thanks for your email. You really made me happy today! :) New post soon to come...
Thanks OWO, that means a lot coming from such a great writer, I must say I have spent way too much time catching up on your blog when I should be working, but its worth it.
And thank you Sally, I think words are the truest form of beauty, and finding just the right words is an art. In this you are definitely an artist!
And Thank you K! It's amazing what a few kind words can do, especially from such a wonderful source. Hearing from you was definitely the highlight of my day as well.
I'll be looking forward to reading all of your future posts.
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