I know this blog is supposed to archive my art work, but I just cannot help using it as a place to share my other triumphs and losses. It just feels so good.
Recently I have fallen (I will not say in love) in like. As it goes this woman does not share my interest, and so of course I with all the feelings of melancholy, and sadness (which I do enjoy at times, but at others imagine that I could do without emotion all together). Since my heart cannot be filled the analytic mind begs to be, and so I had this realization:
In all the mornings I have never once asked my blood to circulate, nor the heart to beat. The mind seems to whirl on its own account. May I ask then how I can expect to control love? Love pulls us up at the most unexpected times, it will not be called, and will not go when asked. Love is a clamorous robber, a silent saint who takes and gives as the breeze, as the heart beats - unbidden.
About Me
- Thomas Stollar
- I am pretty happy most days, and do not mind too much when I am sad, which makes me happy.
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