& So It Is.

I went to Barnes & Noble with Nathalie a few days back

and picked up a book that I've been meaning to read called

A Million Little Pieces by James Fray.

Yet another novel to add to my collection about

dysfunctionality and the depravity of life.

I can't wait to begin reading it!

That is, once I complete On The Road (Kerouac) for the 2nd time.

Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose,

or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straight-forwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way than this.
Pablo Neruda