Monday, June 25, 2012

This, what you're feeling, it is not substantial. It is in your mind.

So you avoid love. As every cliché ever. Prefer stability. Pragmatism. Substantial things.
Love, emotional attachment, it's in the mind, always. Any emotion, come to think about it. This is a part of reality that will never be real, and as is common for irreal things, eventually, they vanish.
You're left with pain that will vanish as well. It is all in vein, and nothing you feel is really important at all. You'll forget. You win the lottery. Brilliant, until you're used to having money. Three months tops and all feels more or less the way it always has. Every, every, every emotion is temporary.
You can't hold on to anything.

Margaret Atwood, You Fit Into Me

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye

a fish hook
an open eye
In the beginning, you just know it's going to give way to something far, far worse.

Then you let it catch up, and never start running until the very last second.

Let the beast devour you now. It's too late to flee.