Weary

As for everything you write I love this yet it sounds sad as well and I can’t help to wonder the symbolism of how guenevere and lansolot departure is related..in real life ..or if that’s simply credit to the picture but I tend to read more into it and I wonder if they go separate ways in order to find peace in this story whoever they represent I know poetry leaves a lot open to how the readers relate to it in they’re own vision s

Clarity is a gift only given a certain points of life. It is not always there. Confusing it is....life💜👌

Most of me knows it’s probably wrong to put myself into anyone else’s art in my mind and metaphorically make it fit. In some kind of a dream like state. This one is another sad one. All I see is after reading who the characters might relate to is 2 lovers saying goodbye so depressing i don’t know why I do it or look for meaning outside myself to read into and apply and i don’t know exactly how people find peace within themselves when there’s no one that can be trusted and nobody there that is connectable they allways say goodbye like there is no such thing as connectedness or forever without that meaning alone in a bubble in which case why do people need a body at all. Wouldn’t that be peace ? No need for any human to hafto trust no need to hafto rely no heart to break no need for anything at all what is love when nobody can trust anyone and nobody ever stays together and when ever you think you know or believe something it was just a vision easily taken away like it was simply an illusion that belongs to someone else no matter how much trust or love or belief you have to give you simply cannot control another person no one is obligated to not change they’re mind at any time leaving people to see there’s no such thing as trust ability Wich is a really sad place to be but maybe mistakes were made such another sad poem im sure there is beauty and peace in heartbreak or why would that seem to be everything heartbreak i mean bc obviously that’s what seems to always happen like that’s what people are made for beautiful poetry if I put myself in it at all my entire world goes black Wich is just sadness mingled with peaceful pain