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One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.”
One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing “so you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?”
“Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.
Source: sleepanddream
to be
We were born to burn. We were born for summer nights, We were born to kiss stars. We were born to hurt. And to disease, to decay, to blur. We were born to burn. We were born to die. To be forgotten, to not matter, born to regret being born. We were born to reach inside of each other, and find diamonds. We were born to be wise and foolish To lie and live truth. Born to break wings, and to be afraid to fly. We were created to sit on our knees and be destroyed, And to build ourselves back up. You were born to go. You were born to pretend and to overlook. You were born to fly, To glide and jump and spread your arms and yell Into the lacuna. You were born to be temporary. You were born to care deeply, think passionately and live forever. I was born to be. I was born for peppermint. I was born to bury And born to carry. I was born to lay in the sun and count. to be real and be wrong, To be misunderstood and to discover and to not tell. And to not leave. I was born to live fast And to live a delusion so beautiful the world believes it. We were born to explode- To be cruel, to be everlasting. We were born to burn.
Everything I write is a letter to your heart.
Everything I saw is a song meant for your ears
(whispered, from my lips to yours).
Boy, think back. Remember those late night rides home. We passed stars, glowing brighter than they ever could. Some words slips out. I carefully, slowly, let you peer Into my soul. Show you the color of my heart. The lacerations and scars run deep. The mottled, ugly wounds. You look me in the Eyes. And smile. And gently kiss the heart I have given you.
