обикновена – да, моля

липсваш ми.
липсваш ми макар да сме повече от всякога заедно.
всъщност повече ми липсваш, когато сме заедно
залепеното ни битие ме прави нездравословна
като сутрешна бисквита
сладка и празна

не вярвам
в края на страстта
и ненормалното ми чувство за нормираност

предпочитам да съм обикновена, плитка наивница
с големи вярващи очи за теб


между два месеца и три години

всяка сутрин гледам календара
усмихвам се е на куфара, билетите подреждам
за край на филма съм избрала
полет към небе безбрежно

ще се срещнем там отново
обич моя, до оградата
ще стиснем длани, ще се смеем
и луната ще засвети само
за нас, обич моя, двамата

септември ще ни благославя
а ние ще го псуваме
любов не се дава, не се брани
щом я има, извор трябва й.

Conditional love

❝Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty.❞
Courtney A. Walsh

love or passion

„Let us say you have sat down to write a letter to your lady. There has been a normal amount of preparation for the ordeal, such as clearing a space on the desk … and the normal amount of false alarms, such as sitting down and discovering that you have no cigarettes. (Note: if you think you can write the letter without cigarettes, it is not love, it is passion.) Finally you get settled and you write the words; “Anne darling.” If you like commas, you put a comma after “darling”; if you like colons, a colon; if dashes, a dash. If you don’t care what punctuation mark you put after “darling,” the chances are you are in love — although you may just be uneducated, who knows?“

via Brainpickings.