It’s an artist’s duty to aspire and reach for impossible and ridiculous heights and depths of expression and make it an unattainable goal to a normal being.
Love song writers live by this one rule.
The songs they write are about epic lives and epic loves and impossible promises and premises.
If you don’t believe me, read the lyrics and mentally make a note of the feasibility.
Kids, love songs are not ideals to aspire to.
If you do they will fudge you up.
Some people resent being shown the truth.
You will bear the brunt of their misplaced anger.
You are no different.
There is something for everyone to which they prefer to be blind to.
You’ll never find what you are blind to.
Memory cruel yet merciful,
It takes a few days of absence,
And more, to subside,
Otherwise her kisses linger,
and I wake up,
fretful dreaming of her touch.
My nights are longer,
until memory merciful allows me
to forget how it felt
My lips on the small of the neck.
(And she says
Married for forty years, we tell each other… It’s our inside joke.
A paradox is not a conflict with reality. It is a conflict between reality and your feelings of what reality should be like.
Did you hear about this? They made a Chinese movie about valentine’s day.
It was called ‘Drunken Lovers, Accidental Conception’
Double Dragons-a misunderstood tale of quantum entanglement.
The loftiest of the ideals have the least tangible immediate results.
The basest of the desires have the most immediate payouts.
Perhaps it’s time to invert our expectations.