Love will tear us apart, again

This is the mental soundtrack I have to Neil Gaiman's Sandman. I remember being so badly torn apart I wanted just anything to keep my mind off things. So I read. For three days, I sat and read, everything. The complex plot, the misunderstood villains. The morality, that got so warped it made more sense than right or wrong.

I think thats the part I liked about it the most, it shone because it showed, life is not as simple as right or wrong. A good choice or a bad one. Rather action and reaction, both good and bad in itself. I was so torn apart, I remember distraction keeping me sane. That droning voice singing how love will tear us apart. I felt it wasn't just love in the sense of the romantic with somebody in mind. It seemed like he was saying our love for life, to experience everything in its entirety the magnificent ups and downs, the feather-light highs and the ball and chain lows. To experience and look at in that "close-your-mouth-or-a-fly-will-come-in" kind of way. The sheer amazement only a five year old can manage. I actually like it when people call me boy. At some point society tried to change me into a man. All the wonder and colour of life drained slowly after that. I believe in love. At least a tiny bit of me does. Like a star, it's dense, and it holds me together. In this analogy, i'd rather implode than explode. Become a blackhole.