We make mistakes. We learn. We forget. We repeat those patterns. We are held hostage by ideas..we free ourselves, only to find the roots of the ideologies remain..we fight..we cry..we pretend we have it all figured out..we use bravado..bling…clothes..revolutions..as ways to hide our scars…we think no-one can see the hurt huddled under our eyelids..we pretend our reality is absolute..we proselytize..we beg..we get angry at others for not being us…we belittle them..jokes in whispers and bitter pursed lips…we lay with each other..search auras for some part of ourselves our unconscious is always driving us toward…we conclude..elapse..begin..desire dumps us into a prison…we dig our way out with green plastic shovels….we ignore the pain…

keep pressing forward afraid not to look back at the past that has wrapped itself around our shoulders…seek future like it can save us…but the only time we ever have is now..the only thing we ever had was each other..and like all things..this changes…

because god is change the universe is change..goddess is change..change will never stop..forever will never be…the moon will one day lower her breast….yet we promise…”us” “together” forever..the body of the cosmos trembles with our lie..we cannot feel it..we are addicted to the lies we have told ourselves to stay alive. Love is not.  monogamous. Or polyamorous. Or an idea. You don’t have to believe in it. It is. We try to barter with it for it to stay in social patterns, it refuses.

Passes its own time ignoring our silly social structures..and as it slips away we think it’s because we have done something wrong…but love is never wrong..it only is..when it is…and change and love are one in the same..change and love are one in the same…Change. Yourself….

Love.