Thoughts on carrying a torch for an old love...
Dressed in the beguiling robe of illusionary love, one carries an obsession without being aware of it. Moving on as if his feet are ablazed by the fires of love, only to realize they were dead embers of a dream long gone.
Even the grandest, brightest star in the galaxy dies. Why does one cling on to something that has long been extinguished? Is it because to give it up is to let go of something you believe is grand or pure about one's self? Or is it to perpetuate a myth that something can last forever?
For even the light of a dead star is useful only if it illuminates a path of love. Only breathing, moving, shared love is real and eternal. Love does not stop at someone or somewhere. It carries its life to the next soul you meet on the road. Love does not stagnate. It grows in the bosom of the next person you love. You plant it there and let it grow.journal entry 01-14-03
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