Ergo, I present my Sonnet 104:
Following your heart is too glamorized
As if it is mysterious and wild
To speak a name your mouth has memorized
To wander with the whimsy of a child
To the doorstep you have always dreamed of.
All it can do is take you to the same
Smile, the same laugh, the only real love
That you have ever been able to name
Turn off the lights, let night fall all over
As the north star shines, so shall your heart beat
Laying the path towards love, not a lover,
And making your feet impossibly light.
A love between souls, a love between smiles,
Is all it takes to trek hundreds of miles.
This poem I wrote last spring when I decided that I needed to get away from a relationship that was making me woefully unhappy. I backed a bag and headed south for California. I was gone two months with just that little red backpack of mine, and I made countless new friends on the way down to see Intelligentia. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. He was one of my dearest friends and it only made sense to go where I knew I would find real, genuine love and be able to return the affection full force.