Would you be stuck in your variety of beliefs and on your agnostic fence that you’d be blind to the vision?
At my lowest ebb, down on my luck, lacking friends, family and love. Completely out of my senses on drugs and drink, I was stunned by a hallucination of such beauty that when I remember now that it was real flesh and blood I wish I had been hallucinating.
I had a saviour, an angel of mercy, an offer of unconditional love if I allowed my soul to live with love.
I had dreamed of that feeling, begged for it for most of my life. It was probably the first emotion other than pain, desire for food, the need to be comfortable or the joy of being warm and happy.
All I had to do was follow my heart, believe in love, walk on the right side of the street, be the best I could be, stop destroying myself with sell pity, hedonism and stupidity. All I had to do was conquer addiction: but my addiction was love; love me I’m drunk, I’m silly, stoned, romantic, confident, and on and on.
The angel loved me when I was any of the above, loved me in the morning, noon and night, awake, asleep, a fucking angel loved me. Do you understand what that means? For me it meant that I could be forgiven for not believing in love.
You may never have been cold hearted, but you’ve probably refused to use love as an excuse to do the right thing
Selfish, shameful, sometimes just plain lazy, not stopping to help.
Not so long ago it was believed, by intelligent men that women were incomplete, lacking something and the answer to their problem was between men’s legs; have a child and you’ll stop being inferior. While men were off making war and obtaining the spoils of killing women were expected to look after men’s creation of life.
Now things are changed, but the answer to the problem has remained the same, but the problem, for me was the answer to my problem was between women’s legs.
All of my faults needed love and sex was…