Splendor

"I have wandered across nations, dimensions and all of sorts of landscapes... None of them compared to the day you appeared in all your splendor, in all your imperfection -craving for divinity-, in all your sweet stupidity, and in all your faces, your colors and your many miraculous forms -impervious to the wrong spell-.

Miracle or not, I did no attempt to stay. I keep doing it, over and over again, same drill.

You see, I live by this code -I call it jazz, I call it move n' groove-, safe, secure in this... insecurity. I am very fond of excuses. It is peace of mind. It is the stillness and bliss of that warm uncertainty I love more than your doubtful nature, and much more than all the hours wishing you were here..."

(73)