Love Letter to Existence

11-27-05

I know I don’t exist, but somehow I love you- to the point of tears. You move me. I love the depth of your subtle intricacies. I love how you can be so gentle at your most powerful. I love the wisdom behind that, I’ve always loved the wisdom behind that; it’s moving- to the point of tears. I love how wild you are. You fulfill my every wish. What else could I want? And I want you to know that I’m not taking it personally. I’m moving on just as much as you are. I’m leaving you just as much as you’re leaving me.

You already knew that, though, didn’t you? Sometimes it seems like you already knew everything. Like you knew every single moment of this relationship before it even happened. It can be frustrating, but I don’t have time to be frustrated when you’re so God-damned beautiful. When I unfold my heart it flows warm, like a river of love. Just know that you’ll always be with me, deep in my heart, and I’ll always be with you.

It’s all for you, but you already knew that too. Soon it will all unfold. The question that I have to wonder is: am I unfolding or are you?

The Perfect Fulfillment

The (in)variable is variability,
progression is regression,
homeostasis,
inDifference.

Cyclical circumnavigation (with)out/with(in).
Traveling nowhere.
Arriving with increasing haste.

Exponentially towards infinity,
The linear becomes circular.
In the realm between absence and presence,
Existence rolls the nodice.

When time makes verbs fly solo,
Maps events onto the matrices of probability and,
Nouns are none.
Here it is,
While here it comes.
Transitive forces.
The wave of NoThingness,
The Crest
Plus
The Trough
of Absence.

Can it be?
Everything and No Thing?

The perfect fulfillment of a desire that never was.

Always will be;
Never Was.