On the subject of love and possession. (Not photography related)
Random poem that came to mind while thinking about companionship and the strange tale it has woven throughout my life.
Why do you think I should be IN love with you for all eternity?
Do you think I am like that ring around Frodo's neck?
For you to keep in capture forever more.
My soul is an ever changing one. Tomorrow I shall not be the same as I am today.
The one you covet for placement in your jar of rosey fantasy.
I am not that fantasy.
I am jaded.
Jagged.
Organic.
Flowing with blood of change that escapes even my own grasp through moments cut into my body of life.
For this, this thing that is I, is not something to last for all eternity.
Not as possession in that jar of rosey fantasy.
Not even as possession for myself, let alone you.
Why do you think I should be IN love with you for all eternity?
Do you think I am like that ring around Frodo's neck?
For you to keep in capture forever more.
My soul is an ever changing one. Tomorrow I shall not be the same as I am today.
The one you covet for placement in your jar of rosey fantasy.
I am not that fantasy.
I am jaded.
Jagged.
Organic.
Flowing with blood of change that escapes even my own grasp through moments cut into my body of life.
For this, this thing that is I, is not something to last for all eternity.
Not as possession in that jar of rosey fantasy.
Not even as possession for myself, let alone you.