for him, for me, for you.

the painting associated with this blog is what my bed faces, so i look at it often, ponder those two unfinished horses a lot — it is one of my favorite pieces of art. i purchased it at a hipster/groovester estate sale and fell in love the moment i laid eyes on it as well. i don’t know the title, but in an ode to the stones i call it “wild horses”. i’ve always been a bit of a wild horse myself: here (but not really), seemingly grounded (kinda), and ready for flight (rather than a fight) at any given moment in time. but something has happened to me this go-round, with this love. i’m not scared. i’m prepared to fight for it. i want to. this is worth it. but love is a complicated, wild beast itself and sometimes there is a bit of taming to do: the past always seems much closer than it really is, the heart sometimes longs for the familiar and oftentimes the beast wins and the drag backward is the easier than the forward motion of the new, the light, the love. if we are lucky, we all must come face t0 face with the decision to let go and to love at some point in our lives. some of us will win, some of us will lose. but the ones that try are my heroes. those who say, ‘fuck it’ and go forth into the dangerous battle of the unknown are the brave ones. they know that love — true love — is worth the good fight any day. because sometimes, it really does work out. people stay together. sometimes the heart knows and understands what the head does not: that only love is real…not fear, not the pain of the past. love.

wild horses couldn’t drag me away-

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