Maddie Lee (The witch and her mirror)

What if I told you I hated everything, everybody…even you? What would you do? What if I meant it too? What if none of this is true? Wouldn’t a false rhyme be long overdue? To trip up the story, not let it through. What if I said it out of the blue? Let you hear it clear like light on the morning dew. And I mean everybody not just a few. What would you be able to do? If I said it right then and in that instance I knew that everything would change and be reborn a new. That hearts would break and tears would fall too. Maybe that’s why I keep it locked in this tomb. So you’ll never hear the song with this tune. Because I’m not ready to find out what’s due- what if I told you and meant it? It’s true.

Sometimes you look back on love and you realize how foolish the notion was from the start. Nobody has ever been able to define love as it is. Perhaps the idea that we’ve come to know as love is simply a fleeting attraction or passionate moment perpetuated on by us because we are supposed to stay “in love” not fall “out of love”. And yet falling “out of love” may be one of the clearest moments we have. A lucid dream so to speak. For when we fall out of love we allow ourselves to be set free of this ideal we’ve latched on to.

See, love purely by definition should only exist once. For if you love somebody you should be able to forgive them of all of their faults, to turn a blind eye and set yourself aside, but how can we when the person we really love the most is ourselves? And why is that wrong? Shouldn’t we be able to love ourselves just as much as we love others, not in a selfish, boastful way but in a healthy way? Being self-effacing for the sake of another, while it may be called love, can never be called healthy. To love another as much or more than one’s own self therefore is foolish. It is an act of self-deprecation that could probably at any another time or place be labeled as insanity for it is counter intuitive to our very basic survival needs.

Love cannot be explained because it comes from a place in our body that isn’t rational and perhaps is not of our body at all. It is the need to feel connected and to belong- a weak need to say the least. Therefore, we could postulate that love is a weakness felt by those not strong enough to simply love themselves. Now that makes Hallmark look pretty “lovely” doesn’t it?

Down at the crossroads losing my mind.

No one to turn to and no friends to find.

It seems like I’ve been stuck here, standing in line.

Down at the crossroads wastin’ my time.

Decisions may come and they’ll go.

Which way to turn nobody can know.

When you’re trapped between the rock and the road.

Hard choices will follow you wherever you go.

Down at the crossroads, nothing seems right.

Not quite sure I’m ready for this fight.

Future ahead and it ain’t lookin bright.

Down at the crossroads take a step, look left, hold tight…