Shifting unsatisfied affections to two bamboo sticks, an avocado pit, and a dismembered, dry, and dying pineapple head has proven to be a futile effort. Contrary to past ideas, water is not the cure for everything and is insufficient to fulfill the thirst within me. Within us all.

The emptiness screams controversy and conflict. It longs for a love that cannot be fathomed in this reality. But until it is understood and accepted, nothing will change. Normalcy was never enough.

I long to no longer be longing. 

(so I pray)

1 comment:

  1. :-) And I used to think I was the only one doing this :-) I think love is a lot about patience, but a young heart thirsty for love rarely has a lot of it.