Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constant in the darkness
Wheres that at?
If you want me Ill be in the bar
I remember that time that you told me, you said
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh Id still be on my feet
-Joni Mitchell
Once again...the musical life takes a turn towards the subtle, quiet lyrics full of longing, set in a small cafe under rings of smoke.
I really wish I could believe the whole "it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all" kitschy phrase we've all been fed our entire lives.
But I can't.
The only thing that is better is to have loved and to continue loving and having. The losing part is extremely overrated.
I Continually ask myself if three weeks of utter bliss are really worth the coming months of sadness and the lengthy healing process which will inevitably ensue. I still do not have an answer to that question.
As much as I have tried to wrap my head around all of this and understand, my mind does not yet have the ability to comprehend such a contradiction. Honesty or no honesty, a matter of timing or not...I don't or better yet... I refuse to understand.
