the eclipse of the heart

" [Friend] sits in the back of the restaurant, twiddling his thumbs. It’s not fair for him to smell the smoke, thinking it’s something cooking, but from a fire he doesn’t know about. You need to tell him about the fire, it’s growing now and you can’t put it out - you need to tell him to evacuate. Or else we will all be blinded by the smoke and the air will grow heavier and heavier. "

And what was said, to you. Dear. I see no monster. I felt not a monster, but a broken man. Mend yourself, man, mend! Your edges, cracks and holes make it hard to hold you - you give scratches to those who hold you, but I know it comes not from malice.

But - your heart fled again, so soon? Will this be the one? For you, I hope, only if the body will accept another, warts and all.
I care more than you know, and I only hope to the heavens that you forgive me on that night. That you forgive everyone. The judge, the jury, the audience.
Your youthful nature sends you rocketing to another mind. Such love to give away, what a precious. 

The eclipse of love and hate, war and affection - the war of wanting, of needing to be one with your neighbor. I witnessed the phenomenon of galactic proportions and grounded myself onto the grievances of human interactions - the son of my existence, 

I witnessed the sun cry.