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Perhaps you should not have loved so fiercely,
But a little more deeply.
We fall in love with signs and symbols, implied meaning, projections of a future.
We fall for reality television, smiling packaging, charismatic talkers.
We read the papers, we have opinions on politics, we contribute to conversation.
We smoke the cigarettes, we take the trips, we carouse and dance.
We march in rallies, we wave flags, we castigate the old regimes.
We smile at strangers, wait meekly in queues, abdicate seats for septuagenarians on the train.
We fuck our lovers, we kiss our mothers, we teach our daughters to be gentle and clever.
We bake cakes, we celebrate birthdays and weddings, we get sentimental at the movies.
We walk in parks, we smell the trees, we have a modest appreciation of beauty.
We spiral into sadness, we laugh delirious with happiness, mostly we straddle in between.
We find solace in ourselves, we shift the burden of meaning to others, we exist quite temporally.
We work a little too willingly, we travel now and then, we start to dream through our kiddies.
We pass on stories, we erase memories, we grow ripe and fat and old.
We paint, we write, and we sing.
We know everything about nothing worth remembering.