This morning on the train, my thoughts and creative juices were flowing as I gazed out the window... without pen and paper, I resorted to storing the following collection of thoughts temporarily in the sms function of my mobile phone...
(I'm thinking about) romance in the midst of a lack thereof. Think freely. Feel deeply. Vain imaginations? Or are these flutters of the heart a premonition of the things that will come to fruition?
Love has to be much more than the casual exchange and superficial interactions that you hear about. Fling. Flang. Flung. What difference does it make?
Love demands affection and intimacy. It demands depth.
Love is like a beautiful vase on display. Some think it's too much, and find themselves imitations to suffice. Another may admire from afar - "it's just not my thing" - perhaps in fear of disappointment? Others touch the vase, but are not willing to pay the price for it to have as their own.
I don't like vases. But I do like the analogy. And I do like the idea of love. Love that gives and cares and upholds and nurtures. And what about romance? Yes from time to time my heart flutters, but perhaps I'm a commitment-phobe.
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