How’s the Soul?*

August 14, 2014 at 11:51am

THE REASON
We’ve wronged the social definition of romance. Or perhaps we were too ignorant of what it really was, or is, or will be. We were never certain of anything but this. This. We don’t even know what to call it. We just know how it feels like to have this. 

Do you even bother to ask me why I keep on denying what’s inside? Because I am trying to rationalize. You always deprive me of that. You always misinterpret me or my feelings. Then you explode, as though a heart tired of pumping and so stopped beating. You would be unfair to do that. It is almost impossible not to get hurt or bruised. But it is twice as impossible not to love. Think about it. You will ruin these that I’ve settled a decade ago of my life. 

You were wrong. I don’t mean to say that love is wrong, or that you need to deprive it of nourishment. I want you to see beyond. Not just now. Or tomorrow. Or just next week. You must see the next century. Otherwise, you’ll be left in that period of time where neither to forward nor go backward would be of requirement. 

THE APPETITE
I have long since ruined the fucked up notion of love dictated by what they call society. Could you blame me for giving it all out? For I was neither the victim, nor the culprit. I was only the ‘giver’. Or ‘lover’. Either way they’re vaguely termed. But let me tell you what you don’t understand. You don’t know love. Or even the slightest percentage of how it feels like to possess or share it. You’ve made no tests to experience it. Because you “rationalize”. I’ve never wanted such a thing. But love. And love alone. 

THE SPIRIT

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*alluding/borrowing to Aristotle’s nomenclature of the parts of the soul