C O C O O N

“We love with such abandon
those in motion and those
at rest,” Julia tells John at
the kitchen table, “each of
us is a blessing preparing
itself to happen, a fusion of
interconnected gifts, a
Mount Rushmore of
enshrined passion, an
intelligence unappraised,
a process, a depth, the
deliberate awareness of
attachment, a quest, a
plateau, a dimension,
all continuing within
cocoons of disintegrating
irrationality, the nature
of our suffering being
as uniquely beautiful in
the beginning as collectively
experienced in the end.”

thought
beneath the pillows of those who feel an abandonment of love is an abandonment of them, there is a voice that whispers truth.