Unfulfilled

What curse is this?

What makes the desire to create sing so much louder than the abilities latent in the flesh and spirit? What has inflicted a vision that I cannot realize? From where does the siren call arise so strident, and impel to form with the hands that which only dreams have seen?

What curse is this?

To know of a love stronger than life, more precious than diamonds and softer than the caress of lips that only know how to soothe.

To know of this and not have it. Not as a possession, but as a shared thing with the object of desire: a mutual admiration and respect that only two kindred souls can ever know.

To know and not to have.

What curse is this?

2014.12.14 – 2023.07.16

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