Admittedly I’m a little drunk so that could explain the
nostalgic repose that I am feeling but I have to say that I’m also inspired.
To think, to imagine, to dream of oneself within oneself out
of time and space, are we created just too merely follow or is there more? An age
old question –yes? Is there a higher purpose or are we just waiting for the end
of our time. What a tragedy!
If we are here to love, and I’m speaking more than in the
simple architecture of civilization but to truly love, passion beyond
understanding. Love in the beauty of all things is not in our nature but
depending on whether you look at things from a selfish perspective or through
the eyes of wonder then even death can be/is beautiful.
The sun in itself is a destructive force, even by its own
nature it is destroying itself just to be. Can that not be said of us? We move
forward and grow, but we are also move slowly to death. So therefore to be
afraid of death is also to be afraid of life.
What would you do if I said I love you? Wrapped my arms
around you from behind and whispered shadows of a love fulfilled that only your
ears could understand? Would all time and material things melt away into a mere
backdrop and only then, only that moment mattered? Would you say you love me
too? Out of nothing my heart exists only for you. If the ocean washes away an
imprint left in the sand does that mean it never existed? In that time, the
image lasts an eternity, as the image of you does for me.
If you never heard the words spoken softly from behind is it
the same thing as the imprint in the sand? To me it is a sad thing that the
ocean knows not of the image it captured the same as if love is never truly understood.
A story then, something out of time and yet eternal like the
words of love, just for you.
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