love.

there's this man that comes into the coffee shop. he talks about abstract art on thin paper, and falling in love with someone you'll never be with. at first, that idea was foreign and isolating, love without your love? i ran into him again today, somehow that same thought seemed honest and forgiving. i love all the imperfect relationships my mind has with beautiful strangers. his words sounded from a higher source. he said, "never settle for less than your equal. there is someone that is equal to you." my heart has an unsettling romantic dialog with long lost loves from other cosmic parallel lives. does equality find love rancid and drink every passionate drop of juice till the end? or does love become perfection? i'm not really sure how to answer that. i'm not even sure i know what i mean.
i feel rather empty and disillusioned. i'm floating on this merry go round. the music is a dream.