Luck and another kind of Love
+ Oh, to be in love with your friends. Not sexual love, although it can be erotic. Sometimes I will kiss them quickly on the cheek or wrap my arms to cocoon them much brotherly, not to confuse them but to let them know I can *love* in my clumsy, coy way. However, l-o-v-e is a broken mirror, an inept microwave. It's possible to be so chock full of
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And like everything else, once applied to 'society' changes.
Were I to have an opinion on it, I would say too many people wish to own love.
Sometimes:
First given, it is cherished. Soon enough, it is owned. To be clasped tightly to ones busom, never to be free. To defend, to keep for ones self.. mine, mine, mine.
Love thus wilts and dies. For love must be shared.
I will not even talk about those who use love to control others... The manipulators and children of capitalism at its worst. The ones who were not given love when young. Broken inside.
And those who love too much, giving and giving, but forgetting until too late that they should too love themselves.
Not that I know much about it. I try to keep my distance.
~GaVak
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you and me both, buddy.
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love is grand.
friendships are grander.
love and friendships is all one could ever ask for.
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of course, i always have the knack of looking every gift-horse in the mouth, or, at the very least, taking things for granted.
it's sad, really, how much i rely on those who get close to me as some sort of crutch to keep me from going nuts with loneliness. it often makes me feel like i'm somehow neglecting my part in filling any of their needs. i wish i could just see it for what it is - a friendship.
of course, i also think too damned much.
be well.
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