to be, and to grow

reestablishing the line of communication to love itself.
redress the sense of balance lost amid painful stories.
invitations to dinner with gratitude and blossoms

this is the love to crave for :

• none of which holds too much a personal gain -
• no attachment makes /me/
• *defines* me.
• and just another death to become /me/
• so i give away

let love be, as it encompasses :

• i don't want to gain a person.
• i want to gain the definition.
• love.

it serves its purpose of fruition, freedom, and wealth :

• wealth being fullness.
• a suitcase of immeasurable volumes of spring.
• serenity.

and love will go past me :
eventually.
and i will have to let it.

(ignis fatuus)

in meteorology, a mysterious light seen at night flickering over marshes; when approached, it advances, always out of reach. The phenomenon is also known as will-o'-the-wisp and ignis fatuus (Latin: "foolish fire"). In popular legend it is considered ominous and is often purported to be the soul of one who has been rejected by hell carrying its own hell coal on its wanderings. The phenomenon is generally believed to be due to the spontaneous ignition of marsh gas, which consists mostly of methane and which is produced by the decomposition of dead plant matter.

i’m in a dream; in hell. your arms are wrapped within mine. we are dangerous, we are in love. sometimes it feels good, other times i want to kill you in your sleep.

that can’t be normal right? 
& yet i’m attached & intoxicated with it.