How do you hate too much? Or even love too much? How does one feel anything too much, or even too little? Don't you simply hate, detest, loathe with all the negativity you can muster? And when you love, how can you love too little or too much?
Do you measure it in cups? Or do you use spoons? And if you do, how much do you take? Only half a cup? Two spoonfuls?
Maybe you tailor and stitch the seams until it just fits. 3 inches deep hate. 7.5 metres long love.
Do you not purely love? Untaintedly. Or do you weigh your feelings, like a chemist, with precise milligrams of O2 in your lungs as you breathe-in her scent? Or like the head-chef, checking your love for the right amount of salt and your hate with the exact seasoning of vinaigrette that stores like Poison-Blue in a dubious bottle that's labeled, 'Drink Me'.
Don't you love with all your heart? Every energy! Don't you run with the breeze? Stride across the streets?Don't you let your feet sink into the earth? Don't you want to swim along and leave every limb, every bone, every thought awash with one single current? Not too little or too much. Just one word. Pure hate or 100% love. Every capacity; fill every void, scotch-taping the gaps. Sans shades. Sans loopholes. Without the synonyms and complications, the entanglements and doubts. Without fear. All faith or none. Not one and a half. One whole. Only one. Make an exception right now and tell me the lone truth. Don't you want to?
Do you measure it in cups? Or do you use spoons? And if you do, how much do you take? Only half a cup? Two spoonfuls?
Maybe you tailor and stitch the seams until it just fits. 3 inches deep hate. 7.5 metres long love.
Do you not purely love? Untaintedly. Or do you weigh your feelings, like a chemist, with precise milligrams of O2 in your lungs as you breathe-in her scent? Or like the head-chef, checking your love for the right amount of salt and your hate with the exact seasoning of vinaigrette that stores like Poison-Blue in a dubious bottle that's labeled, 'Drink Me'.
Don't you love with all your heart? Every energy! Don't you run with the breeze? Stride across the streets?Don't you let your feet sink into the earth? Don't you want to swim along and leave every limb, every bone, every thought awash with one single current? Not too little or too much. Just one word. Pure hate or 100% love. Every capacity; fill every void, scotch-taping the gaps. Sans shades. Sans loopholes. Without the synonyms and complications, the entanglements and doubts. Without fear. All faith or none. Not one and a half. One whole. Only one. Make an exception right now and tell me the lone truth. Don't you want to?
This works as a monologue! Now write a play around it. :D
ReplyDeleteHmm. I'll stir the idea a bit and see what comes up.
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