Ouroboros - Looking For The Pot Of Gold
I “Am I your first?” he asks. Half inquisition, and half expectation. “Everyone is a first for me.” I respond. And somehow, he gets it. He was the first to understand that no two loves were the same. II “I don’t spend half my day checking for his last-seen-online stamp.” Not anymore at least. I get it now: “We are victims of a romanticised notion of forever” III I am an oasis of past loves Strangers before, strangers after Even love is subject to the laws of eternal return IV I know of caution when it comes to love. What is new, is caution after. I must remain on guard to keep him out of Eden after the fall. Related