… here today, gone tomorrow. The fluke came with a bang, rushed me off my feet, hit me hard, took me to the highest height, I was vulnerable and I knew it and it showed. I fell deep and fast, I enjoyed it but was scared, it was exhilarating, consuming, distracting, it lend itself to dreams of a long term Alliance , it lend itself to thoughts of more, a lot more that it can give. If the ‘fake’ sweeps off off our feet in a way that the real does not, then we must ask ‘what is it that the fake brings to the table?’
It is no longer about the fluke, it is about me. Who am I? What am I looking for? What did I see in the Fluke? What inside me connected with what is in the fluke? Am I a Fluke? No I am not. Is he a Fluke? Yes he is. All fluky? The Fluke lives for himself, but then what is the attraction? Intensity? engagement with life? Courage? confidence? achievement? strength etc? The fluke is obsessed with himself.
The fluke is not kind, not caring, and so who is the fool? maybe me.
Beautiful Ivory 