infinite jest

If everything is but a progression towards one phrase.. 'I love you,' 

then I would think it comically tragic if life were not an infinite jest.

If everything is but a recession from one phrase.. 'I love you,'

then I would think it tragically comical if life were not an infinite jest. 

As it stands, life is a jest of infinite proportions.

You are here to probe at my deepest held sentiments, so that I don't seek refuge in the recesses of conditioned response. 

And I, to you. 

Lose my mind, find my body. 

Out of my head, into the music. 

Less about me, more about you.

Less about you or I, more about us. 

I hope that my children, upon reaching that stage of development whereupon, in reminiscing, they come to find that those motherly words of wisdom were more than just words, can remember "my mama told me there'd be days like this."  I hope that I can teach my children to love, not loath this cycle of  bliss ~> wonder ~> despair ~> neutrality..... so that their whole lives are not neutral, emotionless, loveless. So that they can stick it out through the bad times and remember that the good times will pass too. So that they are able to empathize, be compassionate. So that they don't just have to sit idly by during a downturn and watch the sky change colors because there is nothing else to do, but that they watch it change because there is nothing they'd rather be doing. 




SEXISM 


you allow me to be me. you give me what I lack. my mama always told me to be able function independently. but i want to always be lacking something. empty somewhere, waiting to be filled, the continuous progression towards and recession from 'i love you.' because if i am full, independent, strong, then i can't be in love, because i'll have everything i need. you allow me to be me and i'll let you be you and together will have never felt so good.