Who dwells in their own head?
I do.. I do..
I live there with a man of dispiriting affections..
Broth of hatred.. froth of nonchalant love..
Rebelling against my rationale.. Again which is mine and which is his?
Life seems spent at war with love…
Which emotion is not to be felt?
I ain’t following a parchment of archaic laws…
Written and misspelled by all engrossed in a deep desperation of a kind..
Desire to be remembered… desire to be embraced.. Desire to be discovered..
Desire to be designed upon.. embarked into.. a journey from soul into a another..
Desire to appraised with condiments… tokens from one soul to another..
Who… which monk.. which teacher.. which bud..which man or women…
Can surpass the need to live.. need to be, to find which has not been found within..
And the need to feign control..
To him who I love.. who I have loved.. I can love..
I have found not the meaning of it..
I will always bless thee… find thee in my memories… search for thy love..
I hope.. this day.. the gulf of resentment has cleansed as much as it has left my heart..
Apologies I render.. and hope I shall find thee again.. in life.. in love.. in my heart..
And the man who fights with rationale.. in my head..shall always loose..
For rationale.. feigns control..
An incomplete drama of scribbled words.. this shall be..
For none can unfold the unrest of love and desires..
The conundrum of what to be.. who to be.. to succumb..
Or to succumb again.. just, to which…. ?