The ironies of life will never cease to amaze me. We must all know by
now of the Irony of not being able to have the one we love or lust
after, because they love or lust After another. A tri-ad of affections,
so to speak… but all unrequited.
I have been flattered beyond personal comprehension by the confessions
of former Lovers that some attraction remains. But that tri-ad thing
is there, also the ironies of The past. Despite my love for him,
I am depressed 'cause I must sever our last ties.
I have been frustrated by the desire to be a peaceful, calm being and in trying to not
Harm another's feelings. But because of the tri-ad, I am unable
to comply with the
Desires that another has for me. I don't feel the same and my love
for them is great.
The ironies of life will never cease to depress me. My sanctuary is
to retreat to my Studio, so I can paint and compose lines of thought
and consume Guinness to my Heart's desire. I also cry and contemplate
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