love.

may it be imaginary?

a fantasy we seek for?

we hear stories of what it is to love,

and so we desire.

a phantasmic interaction with our selves. 

love.

the ghost we bring into our homes, and into our hearts.

we feel and yet never see.

we dream and yet never live.

or maybe it be me.

not knowing love, but creating it as i see.

falling into my own trap, 

bringing myself deep into my own romantic tale.

for love, proven in ancient text, becomes tragedy.

as descirbed by Shakespeare in his dramatic acts.

or as told by Homer in his long lived songs.

a love like Romeo, or Achilles.

like Hamlet, or Nestor.

a love like mine.

fueled by love, driven by honor, and ready to fight.

ready to protect this bleeding heart of mine.

it bleeds because it speaks. 

it bleeds because it lives.

this blood, spread.

proving the life i was given and the love i give.

the love i have for you.

if this love were not to be, then i must take as is and love either way. 

for love, even that which seems empty comes in full.

through the history given and taken i have felt life in you, 

and thus felt love. 

for love is life,

and thou lives in mine.

Oh darling, our distance invites discomfort to my chest. My desire to have you near multiplies as the days come along.

For now, I only have photographs. A gift and a curse indeed.

When I gaze upon your portrait, I cannot help but to admire your grin. A sign of peace, love, and joy.

I wish to be there as you smile. To then press my lips unto yours as they send me through a daze.

Lost in your delicacy, far and high and into the stars you take me. 

Though unfortunately, you are but an image and a voice. 

A guest in my dreams.

-ACN

Life equals, existence by time over man by heart, multiplied by love over fear by destiny. 

i was reviewing a screenplay that i had recently wrote and i wanted to simplify it into what i believe it meant, and developed this equation of life (in theory). 

time is the measurement of existence. we humans live by our heart. we love what we fear and fear what we love, giving us direction. destiny.

if within our existence in time we have our heart nurturing our body, we could multiply that by the love and fear we have for what we believe in, which guides us through our destiny and gives us our life. 

ACN.

Boston is hurt. It needs to be helped.

This is my city. The place that holds my life. The one who knows me best. This is she.

I’m tired of seeing her cry. Consistently losing her children.

There is something toxic flowing in the air. Fueled by hate, and influencing more of it.

If we allow hate and fear to control our emotions, that is how we’ll all live. We are each others reflection. Though, if we live with hope and love then that will be what guides us all.

I am here to love. I’ll keep loving no matter what, because within those who feel hate is all the love waiting to be given and received.

First step is to love self. I’m currently learning that for my own. It’s taking me to realize that if I love myself, loving others will naturally come along with it because I’ll understand how similar they are to me.

So if I take the life of another fueled by hate, that must be because there is something that I hate about myself that I cannot stand and would have to deplete those who mirror it.

And how do I love myself? Simple. Trust.

Trust and know thyself.

Sure it can be hard because of the history one may have been brought upon, though it is not unattainable. Especially with hope.

-ACN