You know
love is complicated.
Factor in youth
and children
and money
and family.
It's the chains that bind you.
Or the chains that divide you.
Love is unpredictable.
Love is always great.
Love never lasts.
Love in that starry way.
That i would die for you way.
You have children.
Everything changes
you would die for them
if you are lucky
But, in the end,
none of us are lucky
because when you open yourself up
to monumental love
you are lost in it.
prehistoric flower on the windowsill
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Well………….Love is …….a four letter word………as is food, wine, beer, cake, shit and cash…………all of which we can’t live without…………vicious circle..LOL
i can live without cake and beer.
Really beautiful, jess. This made me cry.
I HATE the way I love my children. It’s too much. Of course I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but someone should have warned me how terrible it would be.
Our love for our children is truly both fantastically liberating, and incredibly stifling, isn’t it? With my three, the sacrifices I make for them are given both so selflessly, and so grudgingly, all at the same time.
Yet, yet, I would not hesitate to do it all over again, in the same manner, but with *more*…
Really pretty… :-)