|S Dali's portrait of me|
I don't feel like talking, hence my lack of posting lately.
The reason being:
Presently, my life is an ocean of melancholy, punctuated by islands of calm acceptance. It is how I can best describe it - not exactly uplifting conditions to write about.
As you know, I'm on an unrelenting quest to find love. I know I can't function fully without it. I don't want to function fully without it. It is not in my nature to find solace in solitude.
But, it is still very much a case of wanting those that do not want me and vice-versa.
I now also realise the negative effect this quest is having in my life - when love is not reciprocated it can quickly turn into hatred - and consequently destroy some would-be friendships.
I feel as if I am fatally wounded by the recent loss of so many important people in my life and am not succeeding in my efforts to recover. Only love can help heal the wounds and start to fill the void. That's my opinion. That's how I see it. And that's all that matters.
I will persevere, I have no choice.
Or do I?