Why did I?

What gave me the right to think that I could live happily ever after? That I could find a love to call my own...

Why did I dream of a place I could call home, breaking all the codes that I have known to be true and even if it wasn't right?

Why did I think I could survive on love? Why did I think I could toss pot, cigarettes and xanax out the window in favor of a stable life with a one I had learned to love?

Why did I ever.........

So I'm back from outer space where lovers live...for a brief moment I lived in eupendi where passion fruits grew sweet and it was so divine that I nearly lost my mind and forgot who I was for a little while.

I've heard it said that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, do I believe that? Not necessarily. To have and then not to have is the bitterest pain I have felt in a long time.

One person's love in exchange for mass love? Does it really make sense?

To hold yourself aloof from the afflictions of ordinary people is to live a little.....

I'm depressed. being away for a while gave me a taste of the other side of life, now I have made my choice.

The starry flight to the top is a darned lonely one. To be loved and adored is a beautiful feeling, but is love ever really enough? Not to my thinking...one can stay wholly in love only for a little while and the rest of the time, it's an uphill task.

Which would I rather have? The love of one person - knowing that I am the most important person in their live or the love of everyone and be left alone out there in the cold while everyone goes home to their loved one and significant other?

Is it better to walk the pure waters of self love or the murky depths of loving someone else...

Your guess is as good as mine.

I'm back