On Love, part two
I've spent a considerable amount of time thinking about Love and the tools that are readily available for me to define, describe, and express it. Because I'm me, a freckled & sometimes bespectacled Riddler, I keep asking myself these questions:
- How do we write about Love?
- How do you know what your Love looks like?
- How do you define it?
- How do we assign words to it without diminishing it?
I've riddled myself into insomnia and the bottoms of two boxes of cookies and my sugar-shaky ass is no closer to clarity. In moments like this, I tend to grasp at simplicity for the sake of comfort, but that would do a disservice to the bigness of Love and the practice of exploring my mind & heart.
I trick myself into thinking I need The Answers.
I trick myself into believing that a definition is anything but a 3x5 Polaroid of the entire Universe.
I don't use a camera to see the stars, and I don't use a telescope to discover the laugh lines on the face of a lover.
Maybe the questions are important, and maybe they're not.