Sunday, February 24, 2008

"Sweet beloved, so it is with us: neither you without me, nor me without you." - Marie de France

And a thought and a memory. A relapse of a time that runs in circles in your mind with some subtle purpose not yet define. And this is what it means to be. This is your existence.

What inspiration do you protect?
That which drives is that which destructs.

But to numb the desire?
Isolate and indulge.
And away and away you fade into your world.
Why fall unopened?
And there it is. and there you are.
Face to face with question.
What is it that whispers in your ear?
Oh obsession my muse
How I have guarded you.
But will it last?
the thirst of the unquenched





But to give up the quest?
To end it all.