Monday, March 12, 2007

Of things we love.

In the last month I found that weight loss coincides with subtle acne, and I don't know why this is. These two might not be connected but the way the mind works, I assume they are.

The beard came off and the baby face revealed I look as young as I am. The only shame is the lack of love it gets.

In every moment that comes, even in love, there is the emptiness of being infinitely alone. This feeling, similar to hunger and tiredness, is alive in me at all times. All I want is to be with this love of mine. To experience being with her as a dream should be. It is blocked in my head and in my heart. Nothing fights. Nothing competes. I cannot win. I can only pray she stays and waits for me to grow into a better person.

For me to change.

2 comments:

finnegan said...

i fear for the day she loves you for who you are...

who's agony should i listen to then?

Coren said...

I believe she knows these things about me, and there is plenty about her that keeps me up at night.

Love tends to overcome these simple agonies.

Actually, this might not be true. But I would like to be right.