Sunday, April 12, 2009

why love?

Today I made turkey soup. I ate two bowls. I watched, wrote, drew, listened, read. I wondered. Of all that we restrict, why love?

Love cannot be restricted. We are fueled by it, made of it. Long for it, dream of it. What is the sense in making it hidden, banned, unmentionable?

We are fooling ourselves.

And for what?


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