Aug 8, 2017

The heart wants what the heart wants.

I was looking at some pictures from an outing I had the other day with the subject of the head slap moment. You’d think I’d be a grownup by now and far beyond the pull of infatuation but I am still subject to the gravity that it exerts upon me.

And I hate it - I hate that trapped feeling that comes from that. The feeling that you are not in control of a situation so all you really want to do is to upend the game board and walk away.

That’s the best way I can describe things but I realized looking at that picture that there was some truth in this old passage from Faustus written by Christopher Marlowe:

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships   
And burnt the topless 2 towers of Ilium?   
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies!—   
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.   
Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips,   
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I realize you can fall in love with a face. Very easily as a matter of fact even if it succumbs to the ravages of time you can still find beauty therein. That’s the case of the comet as I would refer to the subject in question.

I find myself drawn by both that face and the singsong quality and cadence of speech.

It’s all so very juvenile and easy to walk away from by simply ignoring it but if you pick at it like a scab you open the wound once more.

That face...

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