Salon Lucero

Sunday, July 04, 2004

Love is weird,
I found it.
Fast? Yeah sure, but so what.
You don't fight these things.
To love is to love what you know.
I love who I know.
I love her.
It's awesome.

This must be a drug. If I have to be addicted to something, my choice is right for me.

I have a girlfriend. I have been relationship free for almost a year. There were a few prospects who didn't make it. I wasn't looking for anything. I was looking forward to have a single summer, and to go to Nationals as a single man. This is better. This is great. It helps that she read ever single post that I have written. I don't know if I could read every post that I have written myself. This is a beginning, I don't pretend to know what tomorrow will bring, but I do know that we are both happy, and there isn't anything wrong with that. Day by day, week by week. I feel awesome. I am so high. I wonder what this will do to my writing? Anyway bring it on.

I read a this today and loved what it said to me.

"He who approaches the temple of the muses without inspiration in the belief that craftsmanship alone suffices will remain a bungler and his presumptuous poetry will be obscured by the songs of the maniacs."
-Plato



Enough is relative.

Con tato, Chevere nice, Te gusto?

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