Love's Mausoleum

In my short life...yes my very short life, and even so, I must say that I have managed to learn quite a bit. A little of life, and a bit about living, but recently of the Mausoleum dedicated to Love. Yes it’s scary to consider that there is a place, filled with neon lights, mirrored balls and where the hopeful go to mourn, not by wearing black (well at least not all of them), or by shedding tears (well not unless they’re drunk enough), or even by laying flowers down at the resting place of their lovers (that has yet to be considered). No, instead the process of mourning is done through dangling and dancing and flirting for fun, by downing as many drinks as possible to commemorate the memory of a once yet living Love. I suppose you could say that the whole lot there were mad, or completely insane or just high on hopelessness. But the truth simply is this, that we’ve fooled ourselves into thinking that if Love has come and gone, then the place to mourn is where you simply will not find it, hoping that you won’t run into a distant memory, or the faded reflection of the perfect match, that by doing everything lust wants you to do, hoping it will bring you as close to the real thing, but not quite as much...It’s an odd little game, and everyone plays it, everyone falls for it, and eventually one becomes intensely, hopelessly, horribly addicted.

Now I’ve heard of a place once upon a time, a place where elephants that reach a certain age, or the ones that feel they have no fighting chance of surviving much longer, a place that’s serene and comfortable...a place to surrender their last breath on earth...a place they go to die. Now this Mausoleum may not seem very much serene, and it may not be comfortable, that is of course as comfort goes...however, to some it’s familiar, it becomes normal, it becomes regular, in other words...comfortable. But elephants and humans are not the same at all. They have an outstanding memory, people always seem to want to wash theirs away...They have great strength and dexterity, people always seem to surrender to the day...They can swim across rapid and rocky rivers, people can barely hold their heads above life’s waters. No...elephants and humans are hardly the same. So I find myself wondering what exactly attracts people to a place that they know is filled with nothing more than diseased hopelessness, a massacre of lust and debauchery, a pit of drunken despair?

So after much searching, and digging as deep as I could, I finally discovered the answer to why this Lamoure Memoriam was built, and why so many down-trodden have ventured therein...and to my surprise, and great disappointment, much like elephants go to their cemetery...the Elephant Graveyard...to look one last time upon a long-lived life, and to gather a last glance of the life they’ve lived...The Mausoleum, is simply a place, for the hopeless and heartless to leave Love there...to die...