Part 2

In order to try and give a bit more regularity to my posts; I will try and post by Wednesday of each week.

Here is part two of the story: again a rough draft


"His charm was driven by an instinctual knowledge of what romance was meant to feel like. In his presence, an emotion that had previously only been fantasy could be recreated and developed into a love story with an unavoidable ending. He could see clearly the cultural commonalities between people, using them effortlessly to create a sense of familiarity that would normally take years, Yet love was a plague. It was creative and destructively painful. It was only by taking a moment to step back that the past of this man could be examined, his actions accounted for"

I also realize that in order to cover the lovely side of romance it is necessary to examine its polar opposite; the 'dark side', which involves multiplying affection. Affection appears to me to be based on the duplicity of jealousy through emptiness, it is created in the realms of the familiar and is sustained by the curiosity of the unknown. Teasing with affection then removing that affection once it is reciprocated is a 'dark side strategy'; it achieves a particular goal without reflecting accurately the intentions or emotions of the behavior's author.

Remember - act with conviction, and make your actions genuine

xox Del

A very short story

This was penned while drunk, and edited to remove very embarrassing spelling/style mistakes.

There was once a man obsessed with the idea of a life of total freedom. He was filled with the youthful prosperity of ideas untarnished by the harsher realities of age; and with this mindset he traveled the world. Each new destination he would be fed by a blinding mirage of new lights, places filled with strange exotic music and buildings built from the landscape itself. He would find secret, hidden places, and in these places he could experience love anew each night - the love born through finding and knowing something novel to oneself yet utterly familiar to another. In each city he left a lifetime of potential hopes and dreams, a trail of footsteps leading from heartbreak.