Chasing the wind (23 June 2009)

(to K)
Perhaps sometimes it's not so bad to be self-destructive. Isn't that what we need to do in any relationship, i.e., explode the 'self' to make room for another? Maybe that's why it can be so frightening--to follow him blindly, without regard for the probable, hoping only for the possible. The possible? So little and only this: perhaps, up ahead, weighing the burden of separation, I can be glad simply for his touch and for his smile ...