Love Doesn't End

It was one of those days.

I woke up at 930am and the sun was out. There was this inherent sense of possibility. Today, I will paint, I will dance and listen to The Smiths. I will watch the new Nightmare on Elm Street. As soon as I thought of these things, the feeling was immediate. It did not take its time to percolate through my premature thoughts and aching joints. I felt the banality that was hiding behind these potential events. It crept in silently.

It is time. It is time for a change. Something different, a new route for my journeys, a new way of looking at the horizon, a new way of loving and being loved, a new way of speaking.