This beautiful thing you see in haze.
What you hate when sober, becomes perfection in my gaze.
It's enough, it's always been.
Sure it can improve, but that's given.
No boon of the future shall invalidate your present.
And now I present you with something to ponder.
If a drunk man's speech is a sober man's thought,
Then why do you deny my affection for you.
Strange that poison cures your disdain
For all that you are and what you will be.
Take heed of my words so that soon you won't need me.
For all to see, this is my love for thee.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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There’s a dreamlike contradiction running through this—love spoken through distortion, like truth softened (or blurred) by intoxication.
That tension between clarity and haze gives it its emotional pull.
The closing feels almost prophetic—love as something temporary but instructive, meant to outgrow itself.
It reads like devotion trying to justify its own unreliability, and that’s what gives it weight.
Indeed you've hit the nail on the head! It becomes a goal to find the harmony between haze and clarity. Thank you!
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