Emperor of fools
What kind of special ruthless do we need to simply cut people from our lives?
The reason I ask is because I cease to possess it.
A broken friendship, a relationship undone, a sisterhood lost, a family broken.
In many ways, I wonder if it is all me. Or perhaps all us. It takes a special kind of fool to love and lose so recklessly. And lose so very often.
It is perhaps this recklessness that has defined my whole life. This inability to retain relationships that are real, dare I say, special.
Why do they come undone easily?
But, everyone including I, seem to often forget that it is a fool’s world. Here, the rules endorse the choice of the reckless. Conversations only happen in cacophony.
In the world of jilted lovers, friendship, sisterhood and clowns, I am the emperor.
It is my world.
Wait for me to sin.
Marvel at my crown.
