I cannot shake the past any more than I can look towards the future with relentless enthusiasm. I refuse to believe that everything that has happened to me was just random, personally, it has been a matter of surprise and reasonable joy that has guided through most of the decisions I have made within the last two years. If I can slowly put more words together, maybe my brain has not mushed yet and the rest of the world still spins with an axis based on fear. I am not afraid, I am physically tired and emotionally hopeful. It makes sense to many…
Love
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.
-Pablo Neruda
