Happy Valentine’s Day to all my friends and their lovers both real and make believe. To have love means you have someone and someone has you. He or she knows you, not the prevaricated facade that many don’t learn to shed as they comfortably surrender their solus, which to me is life direction as a single entity.
My life experience with love has revolved around one long term rship, distance crushes and self destructive and unhealthy approaches to intimacy. To give myself to anyone emotionally and spiritually hasn’t been easy. Frankly, I don’t even know how. I’ve only been in love once. This is not a bad thing. I’m an extremely happy individual who can appreciate other people’s discovery of their everything. Though, at times, that in it self has some crazy to it.
My only wish for today is to read House of Leaves to anyone who wants to be read to. It’s a collection of life narratives about characters and their relation to something paranormal. Some say it’s a scary read. I disagree. It’s a love story. The writings, to me, are metaphors about self discovery and the idea that we are all haunted by our actions. I mean, come on, we all feel like we are living at the end of a five-and-a-half minute hallway sometimes.
PS - Come to Breaking Hearts this weekend at 508.
PSS - I said yes to working warped tour 2014.