I remember whishing for love, to feel it pumping in my veins, pure and simple. But I didn´t know then. I didn´t know I was wishing for poison, for venomous fluid to invade my innocent blood. I didn´t quite understand the complex ways in which it would intoxicate my whole being.
One day I pled, let me know love as if I were its only vessel. Then one day came and I can no longer seem to remember what else I have been but a fragile harbor of love, a faint warrior of the impossible and a brittle messenger of nonsense.
Love came and imposed itself on me leaving me no choice and no voice of my own. On that day, I seem to have forgotten whether it was truly love that imposed itself on me or if I had been the imposer from the very start.
I had no clue that my naïve wish came with chronic confusion. I had no clue I was wishing for an irredeemable condition with symptoms as fatal yet fleeting as the weather.
I asked for love thinking I would finally see but in fact I went completely and absolutely blind. I wished for love and now cannot see, what else was ever there, what else is and what else will ever be?
ॐ serendipity 