You'd never think you'd hear me say it but there are things on this earth that are indescribably beautiful, there are acts of pure goodness, love redeems us.
All so fleeting. It'll be like we were never here. Almost. In that almost, is everything.
Always, I was seeking more, there was always something I was after. Sometimes it made a lot of sense. When it was love, it sometimes made a lot of sense. When I thought it was love, it was sometimes madness. When it was work, sometimes it wasn't a terrible idea.
Most of the time it wasn't worth the effort, all the things I sought, or worried about or acquired. Only a tiny fraction mattered for themselves, the rest was killing time.
I was waiting to be kinder, better. I thought I'd become kinder and better. I am wounded and do the wrong thing. But I do know how to love, even if my love for some has been imperfect.
There had better be a God to clear this whole thing up, that's all I'm gonna say.
It's OK if it is all foam, a dirtclod in the rain. But beautiful you, how can you pass away? Why wouldn't we be together forever when I love you so?