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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, 8 November 2016

Love's blade

I hurt myself today, stuck a needle under my skin.

There is an empty bed, where my heart used to be, with crushed linen and a glass with a lipstick edge and the ash of a smoked cigarette on the side table.

She paints the streets with her dreams now I’m no longer in them. With dark blues and reds and I couldn’t stop her because it would be too unkind to take her away from herself and make her ordinary.

The rain fell on my face today, cut me deeper than a blade. I felt my heart exposed, my flesh just melt away, as I watched her move further into the night and brighter in all her brilliance.

There is no one else to blame because in my mind I know she’s too beautiful to inspire such futility.
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  1. Unknown3 April 2017 at 11:31

    Wow! I like this. Here's to all of us who had to let go of someone out of love....choosing selflessness over selfishness!

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  2. Unknown3 April 2017 at 11:32

    Wow! I like this. Here's to all of us who had to let go of someone out of love....choosing selflessness over selfishness!

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