Romance

I was reading today that the reason many people fail in life is because it's what they actually want. The romance and tragedy of being a drunken, brokenhearted fool. The irony of being a pregnant drug addict. The pain of life..."My life is so so hard". And that's it. The needle in their side. The thing they hate, but silently cant sleep without. Booze, sex, drugs, porn, lies, cuts, bruised thighs, swollen tear ducts.

I met a man the other day who had talent and wit and charm. he spoke of stars and books and beautiful women. but the sun always set too early on him. and like a cartoon figure or something you saw when were young, the beauty became a vulgar shadow, cursing and grabbing women in all directions. Clogged pores become visible and I had to get away.

At what point did we all become werewolves?

Romance is not dead.

I'm convinced.

It doesn't grow on trees either. Its found in things that dirty writers know nothing of. Its found in innocence, honesty, youth and old age. Not in smoking three packs a day and wondering where your underwear are. Holding your tongue, and controlling your actions, not worrying about yourself. Taking care of others. Real romance is rare.

I remember reading something in high school that went something like "spontaneity for the sake is spontaneity is not spontaneous."

I say the same for romance, and that's it.

I am 21 tomorrow. eek.