Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Pursuing my ideal.

Everything turned on and off really fast; we instantly got past all that surfacey stuff. And ever since then, there hasn’t been a dull moment.


It was my fruition in becoming, as in, oh my god, there is love-- there is nothing but love. I feel that falling in love is a precedent to beauty and birth; as in, we all die, but for now we live.  Meeting Eugenie gives me hope in that so much can be beautiful and that all of us have a capacity to love another. I'm just bragging to have found this hedonizing emotion so soon.