dolorous interludes.

A heart wrenching one this is, Head in the Clouds.

I always live in the present. I don't know the future and no longer have the past. The former oppresses me at the possibility of everything, the latter as the reality of nothing. The words of Pessoa resonated in my soul as i watched another one of those that inspired in me the perfected gradeur of Love.

She was so fortunate, to be loved so immensely by a woman and a man. She reminded me once more of what it means to love passionately, to disregard worldly opinions, and to be completely consumed by Loves. Yet, underneath the bravado and her apparent zest to live only in and for the present moment, she was so afraid. of losing the two people who meant the most to her.

But if there were any thoughts at all that i carried home in my drenched and heavy heart after the show, it is this- that all great loves end in glorious tragedy; death is a mark of what it means for the portrait of passionate love to burn eternally.

posted by voyeur @ 11/07/2004 03:57:00 PM