unrequited fox

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

People leave with or without you. That’s why walls are built. That’s why I run.
It’s better to be the first one to go than be the one left alone to find your own way.
That’s why I build walls, that’s why I don’t speak beyond my thoughts.
I won’t be left, I’ll be the one to leave

If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.

Working on our own consciousness is the most important thing that we are doing at any moment, and being love is a supreme creative act.

Maybe you do not love them.
Maybe you are in love
with the idea of loving them.
And maybe you crave
to fall in love
just so you can feel something.