Soulmate

Bodywork

Crumble

If you listen closely you can hear the sound.

I hope you never have to.

It's a Big Boo Hoo !

Like a boulder being crushed by falling sky.

It hurts for a long time.

Time doesn't heal the wound.

Like thunder bolts shot into your soul,

it can take you to the ledge.

But desire keeps you breathing.

You need to look into the jar that Pandora opened.

It was a jar that was emptied of all but Hope.

She was the Empress of The Universe.

I was the peasant at her gate.

I was favored until the illusion faded.

Dreams are where I pursue her relentlessly.

Some would call it an obsession of a needy spirit.

Even in dreams she taunts me.

Cyrano de Bergerac would have no sympathy for me.

I have no sympathy for myself.

It is better to have loved, regardless.