Good love is on the way
For the longest time in my life, I've always been seeking. Seeking real love, true love. And one gets tired. Because if you look at love in the wrong places, you're more than likely to find it. Hurting hearts needing solace and before you know it, one thing that led to another with more hurt and a deeper vacuum than ever before. Sometimes I wonder-how many times would I have thrown my hands up in frustration if I were God and look at my creation.
3 men walking on a sidewalk on the hippest side of town; sorry, make that the only hip side of town, we are talking about Adelaide after all. Dressed to the nines due to a previous divine appointment. Walking, talking, watching, changing, comparing, listening, comparing, bargaining. Men shop-they just need some encouragement to go into the finer details. So we eventually end up at a DVD/CD store, Tim, James and I. After wondering around for a bit, Tim and I land in the foreign film section. Tim ends up with a DVD titled "Sex: the Annabel Chong story" in his hands. 30 seconds later, he mutters "It's sad, isn't it?" before shelving it again. I guess in this day and age of freedom and sexual revolution, people are proud of the numbers that they'e chalked up. And Annabel would come out the proudest of the lot. After all, 251 sex acts in 10 hours is no mean feat. As much as people are disgusted by it, some yearn it. Not so much the sex acts, rather the title. "Yeah, I've had a few....10, 15 maybe? I lost count". People carry it proudly. Men especially. In hope of some affirmation. Some love. And they keep looking at the wrong places continually.
Lately I feel this need to sort my feelings, in the hope that everything will come into place. Maybe love has come knocking and I feel unworthy. Maybe it's a knock on someone else's door and I mistake it for mine. Rather than make a fool of myself and opening the door, I sit and wait. Because one can only dangle himself out there for so long. What ever the case may be , I want to tell you (whoever you may be, we haven't met yet. Or maybe we have and we're still waiting) 2 things.
1) There is no place I'd rather be than right here with your hands entertwined in mine
2) There is no greater distance than you beside me and not knowing how I feel
3 men walking on a sidewalk on the hippest side of town; sorry, make that the only hip side of town, we are talking about Adelaide after all. Dressed to the nines due to a previous divine appointment. Walking, talking, watching, changing, comparing, listening, comparing, bargaining. Men shop-they just need some encouragement to go into the finer details. So we eventually end up at a DVD/CD store, Tim, James and I. After wondering around for a bit, Tim and I land in the foreign film section. Tim ends up with a DVD titled "Sex: the Annabel Chong story" in his hands. 30 seconds later, he mutters "It's sad, isn't it?" before shelving it again. I guess in this day and age of freedom and sexual revolution, people are proud of the numbers that they'e chalked up. And Annabel would come out the proudest of the lot. After all, 251 sex acts in 10 hours is no mean feat. As much as people are disgusted by it, some yearn it. Not so much the sex acts, rather the title. "Yeah, I've had a few....10, 15 maybe? I lost count". People carry it proudly. Men especially. In hope of some affirmation. Some love. And they keep looking at the wrong places continually.
Lately I feel this need to sort my feelings, in the hope that everything will come into place. Maybe love has come knocking and I feel unworthy. Maybe it's a knock on someone else's door and I mistake it for mine. Rather than make a fool of myself and opening the door, I sit and wait. Because one can only dangle himself out there for so long. What ever the case may be , I want to tell you (whoever you may be, we haven't met yet. Or maybe we have and we're still waiting) 2 things.
1) There is no place I'd rather be than right here with your hands entertwined in mine
2) There is no greater distance than you beside me and not knowing how I feel
posted by Cornelius @ 12:06 AM
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