My passion is not compassion.
My love is not kind.
If you want comfort and your loneliness erased,
get a pillow and a dog.
My passion is not compassion.
My love is not kind.
If you want comfort and your loneliness erased,
get a pillow and a dog.
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Well said.
😄Glad to know you liked it! Thanks for your encouraging words.
That is… quite a talkback, of sorts.
However, in the spirit of inquiry, allow me this question: If not these, why else would anyone want people around ?
My personal opinion is that an individual is pretty much a complete entity. One should not be either someone’s holiday spot or the person to fall back upon.
Thanks a lot Tatsat for your perceptive comments. My thought behind this piece was triggered by the difference between love and needs and I hope to develop this theme more:) your comment on a person not being someone’s holiday spot was quite amazing!
It will be something to watch out for then.
The theme is something I have not given much thought. Not till now. But it is an interesting proposition isn’t it ? I have come to believe that love, in the conventional mortal sense, is overrated, and that it is a luxury for those who seek ( and can afford ) fulfillment through others. That said, I am open to correction.
Do write about it, if time permits.
Holiday spot- well… “Il n’y a pas de fumée sans feu” 🙂
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