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"Life is supposed to be difficult," he said taking a long swig for his ornate hip flask, "It’s the struggle against the infinite violence of a universe.” I smiled, perhaps he was right or perhaps he was just an asshole making it up as he went along, but the gravity of his remark struck me unexpectedly. The default to life was indeed struggle, for all life not just intelligent life; why would I be exempt. I didn’t care for the man and his insidious gloat of pomposity. Nothing is absolute, nothing certain, which makes the possibilities boundless. The joy of life is making it from one moment to the next through adversity and earning the things the things people say about you when you arrive at your freshly dug grave carried by those you hold dearest.

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

What Love will do

As the sun falls on broken ground with my great love, hand in hand, touched by this inordinate beauty, I whisper all the things I would do for her. I promise her my very soul and every part of my being.


She turns to me and pledges all the same and more. And as the colours turn to dark in a deep moment of contemplation she unearths a terrible and beautiful truth “Love will make slaves of us all.”


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