jeru

I can’t stop thinking of the end–it keeps arriving, yet stretching out so far… If only I had taken and accepted you as mine sooner. If only I had trusted myself to find you. I loved and lost, but to what never ending end?

The ending untied itself from the beginning and looped around itself, wrapping into knots until it came apart into pieces… When the ending ends, never here, and when the beginning starts, always beginning, I will have found the answer.

If there is an answer to life’s riddle of joy and pain, of finding light in the darkness, it is the hope of love. If there is an end it won’t come so swiftly. If there is a death it won’t be so bitter. I promise to seek any answer I can.