In the light of this fading year, I have myself a very delicate yuletide. I try hard to reorient my life, what I want, who I’m with. Thus far I’ve come to a place where no soul is around. Not even mine. Now I want it to be different. I want a mate.
Friends? I’ve got plenty enough. Bosom friend? He ran away with a girl next door. Best friend? He got married last year. I want more than that. Not necessarily a Lover, although I have to admit that ‘lovely’ expression from time to time will be of indispensable treat. I want a faithful mate: He who doesn’t give in to the temptation of normalcy. I hope I don’t sound selfish. But I’m really, really done with Don Juans.
When death is approaching, I figure it make sense for me to die fashionably, in a way that I have consoled myself to a worthy afterlife, assuming there IS afterlife. Life is good, I know, though oftentimes hardship bends your knee. To share a good life with someone you treasure will make it whole, because you know that you have that empty space filled. The cavity which you long for a soul to reside in.
Although, this is merely a simple, humble wish at the end of this year, I never stop believing that in the end, I am the last star twinkling. ^-^
