A detached, uninterested look
is my favorite pick up line.
Rotting, oxidized plums
are my choice of fine wine.
Homeless streets and rotted benches
are my pick for a suitable bed.
He left love letters and Benjamins
on the floor for me to shred.
Without desire to destroy
I found myself so starved.
I didn’t realize I was empty
due to the hole that he had carved.
I wasn’t aware I longed for neglect
because that’s what I was used to.
I wasn’t aware I preferred the taste of poison
because it was the only flavor I knew.
I wasn’t aware I was comforted by danger
because after violence, came the embrace.
I wasn’t quite aware of anything until the
wounds healed and gone was his last trace.
~ j-r-morgan
I’ve always believed that if we were to live a long and painful life, and in the end, in our last few moments, we experienced the absolute serenity and completeness of everything we sought to experience or achieve in our lifetime, the entirety of the pain and struggles of our lives would be easily forgotten. It would still feel like a complete and beautiful life, because the intensity of the struggles before that point would directly inform the intensity of gratitude and peace we would feel when experiencing it. But only if we live in the present moment. Otherwise we’ll lose that beautiful moment cursing at its late arrival while still yearning for the past to have been different.