The Sweetness and the Light
While the aching futility of life and love grind into my bones, the honey of promise is drizzled on my lips.
What a strange life. I weep for mankind and all it's cruelty. I weep for the maddening injustice...and yet I am touched by beauty and simple gestures.
Of this I am sure: The only man for me was and is Jules. If I cannot share my love with him, and I can not, then I will find love in a woman. That is simplicity of it. That is the beauty of it.
What a strange life. I weep for mankind and all it's cruelty. I weep for the maddening injustice...and yet I am touched by beauty and simple gestures.
Of this I am sure: The only man for me was and is Jules. If I cannot share my love with him, and I can not, then I will find love in a woman. That is simplicity of it. That is the beauty of it.