It's been some time since I've had the presence of mind to come here. To be a part of something that once dominated my life, made me famous, made me sexy in so many ways. And now I've returned. Who knows for how long this time.
I came close to settling down. Charles is his name. I would like to say mediocrity was his game. But I know he will do great things and I may yet one day regret letting him go. But not today. Or 2 months ago, I should say.
He didn't inspire me. He didn't drive me. I felt a love of tired commitment and compassion, but no love of intensity. No life giving well of refreshing... Anything. He was and remains predictable.
I can't fit well with that. Or I could, but I will never be mediocre. My body rejects it. My mind refuses it. At my core... I just have to feel more. I need to be inspired by love.
Goodnight Romance.
Swiftly through eternal ponderings,
Robert.
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