Fact or Fiction

So it came to me the other day. And I was not even obsessing then. I was merely reminiscing. It was random but I saw a picture and it was him although it was not him. It was him as he wants to be. And I can see that clearly. In the future, call it fantasy, it was most definitely him.

Then I had another flash. It was prior to the onslaught of affection that has since seized me. I saw him again very clearly and he was amidst his art. He was living it, being it, and it was a sight to behold.

And I was very inspired. I was touched in a most profound way. Was it a message to me to follow? To live out my poetry in full, too? My heart bled then. Something clicked and for a moment I recognized and even appreciated my own humanity.

What kind of crazy recipe for happiness had I come upon? Let me stop being a cat for moment...

Maybe then is when it happened. When a desire arose to see through that vision and become a part of that beauty. I had been going about it all wrong all by myself. I needed a partner all along. I need him. And he needs me. We need each other to shine through the banality of our everyday struggles.

Yes, we can be successful. But moreover, it IS possible for both of us to be happy and to be happy together in this vile and ugly world. Go figure.