Love

Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I can't resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.

 Anais Nin quotes  

The more I run, the more I tire, and the more you slip away from my grasp…

Yet to keep up with this futile endeavor, I keep running round and round till I tire.

and when I tire, I tell myself, Oh! it’s nothing but an illusion,

 A mirage, a willow’ o’ wisp, a fleeting thought with no grounds in reality…

But then I realize I don’t know what is real anymore, too many meandering thoughts…

Too many whiskeys, too much weeds, too much of dreaming…

So I keep on running and running to touch the illusion, the magic mirror of truth.

And in time I learn truth, which itself is a lie and reality, which itself, is as real as a dream...