How very juvenile of me
it's silly, and melodramatic, but I look for parallels where I can
find them, to comfort myself...I wrap my head around someone else's
passionate vision in order to endure the coldness of reality. solace
comes in seeing the sad ending is as beautiful and appropriate as a
happy one, that a permanent separation is as meaningful as a permanent
union, or a bond which lingers in absence can be as full of warmth and
grace as one which revels in proximal intimacy. I need the artistry of
others to reassure me of the ineffable balance of bitter and sweet. to
that end, this need for consolation will find me watching Escaflowne
before this week is out...and wondering whether I am hitomi or van...?
find them, to comfort myself...I wrap my head around someone else's
passionate vision in order to endure the coldness of reality. solace
comes in seeing the sad ending is as beautiful and appropriate as a
happy one, that a permanent separation is as meaningful as a permanent
union, or a bond which lingers in absence can be as full of warmth and
grace as one which revels in proximal intimacy. I need the artistry of
others to reassure me of the ineffable balance of bitter and sweet. to
that end, this need for consolation will find me watching Escaflowne
before this week is out...and wondering whether I am hitomi or van...?