Cuban poet Jose` Marti wrote..... prudent love, isn't love.
Its so easy to say, Move on.
People who are immensely passionate about something cannot move on. Because its a passion, It can't be forgotten and buried. You can move on from a broken watch, a bad job or a bitchy girl friend; but not from a Passion.
Passion.... taken from an Ancient Greek word literally means to "suffer".
Well.... I would say the word was rightly attributed to people, among others, who are deeply engrossed in another persons thought that they have absolutely no track of the time gone by and the time going by.
I sometimes wondered??? How can a girl be my passion???? And then I thought, you don't have to have answers to everything in this world. In fact, you WILL NOT have answers to everything in the world. And that this question fell in that category.
We all live our lives, daily mundaneness taking over every bit of our existence. Yet we suffer from within. It may not seem so on the face. After all a person's got to do what he's got to do to earn his bread.
I too share a joke, crack profanities, try to be a good son, listen to trance and slog my rear off at work. But from within, I feel no love for the outside world although I love this gift called life. I love the feeling when my emotions surge at the thought of Tina. Its like all the electrical impulses in my brain come together at the same time. The thought of her makes me feel heady.
People say there is no love, I too stopped believing that there was love until Tina came back on the fringes of my life.
When did she move from the fringes and took center stage???? I do not know.
Now she wants to let go.
It just seemed too simple to say those words to me............. just too simple.
I feel like............. ah ....forget it.
Its so easy to say, Move on.
People who are immensely passionate about something cannot move on. Because its a passion, It can't be forgotten and buried. You can move on from a broken watch, a bad job or a bitchy girl friend; but not from a Passion.
Passion.... taken from an Ancient Greek word literally means to "suffer".
Well.... I would say the word was rightly attributed to people, among others, who are deeply engrossed in another persons thought that they have absolutely no track of the time gone by and the time going by.
I sometimes wondered??? How can a girl be my passion???? And then I thought, you don't have to have answers to everything in this world. In fact, you WILL NOT have answers to everything in the world. And that this question fell in that category.
We all live our lives, daily mundaneness taking over every bit of our existence. Yet we suffer from within. It may not seem so on the face. After all a person's got to do what he's got to do to earn his bread.
I too share a joke, crack profanities, try to be a good son, listen to trance and slog my rear off at work. But from within, I feel no love for the outside world although I love this gift called life. I love the feeling when my emotions surge at the thought of Tina. Its like all the electrical impulses in my brain come together at the same time. The thought of her makes me feel heady.
People say there is no love, I too stopped believing that there was love until Tina came back on the fringes of my life.
When did she move from the fringes and took center stage???? I do not know.
Now she wants to let go.
It just seemed too simple to say those words to me............. just too simple.
I feel like............. ah ....forget it.
