the bachelor and  (ette)s

not the lack of acting. nor the track record.

wholeness, more than monogamy, is left wanting. more than sex, more than adventure, more than the love of another- this escape reveals a separation anxiety.

he's lost his sense of self within the rosy distraction(s). she's hopeful to merely outlast the other(s).

our artless infatuation rightfully reveals the reality- fragmentation. his selection(s) segregate(s). he won't find the one(s).

designed in singularity, with a love, by an endless unity. the bachelor can only remind us of all that life isn't. may we find ourselves rated, premier and whole.

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