Why is it that everything seems to be slipping through my grasp? Why do I do everything backwards? Questions that need to be asked and reflectwed upon. This is not a pity party, this is a transition into a new era. Just put an end to the drama.
Love rips through the heart like a flash of lightning. Is disturbs and distrupts everything, leaving you standing there in shock and dismay. How unromantic, I would assume one would say. Quite the contrary, this is why the romanctic always has unhappy endings. Think about Romeo and Juliet, ahh... why does romance always have to end so tragically? Is happiness really only found in fairy tales?
I doubt that highly. Not withstanding cynicism, because I know plenty of people with self-focused hearts. Maybe we all are, but happiness can be touched here on earth. I have touched it, and I have seen it. I've tasted it, and experienced it. That's what makes it so special, the absolute finiteness about it. Not that happiness couldn't less, it's just that it has it ups and downs.
It's a cycle of life, right? Joy comes and goes like people in our lives? Even our lifes have an end, but we live! It makes our lives that much more precious. Am I wrong? I don't believe so.
Love, it's out there. It's waiting to be grasped, to be held, to be treated with gentleness, and shown sweet affection. Believe me, it will return to you a feeling of absolute bliss. Even if it's only momentary, your heart will forever be enslaved. Yes, I did compare love to a slaver. Afterall, we don't always willing give ourselves to love, it just "happens." We're "blindsided."
Whatever the excuse is, love happens. Then time goes by, and then someone in that relationship questions the other. Perhaps time passed by and boredom sinks in. Maybe it's just love does not last? Oh, but it does... I know it does.
There is a mark it places in your heart. It forever leaves an indentation, or better yet, a scar. You'll never be healed from the affects of love. If you graps it with another who feels the same, it may last forever, or there may be moments where it vanishes into thin air. Have you ever tried holding onto anything that you can't really get a grip on? That's what it is like when it dissolves into air. It just slips through your fingers and you fill up with anxiety trying to keep it from falling away.
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What is the moon but a muse?
Shining pale white inspiration,
Bringing forth imagination.
The moon sails across the sky,
Black ocean night reflecting
Glimmering dancing lights.
Tonight the moon stands alone,
Crescent before it fades,
Lost and erased,
Starting anew.
What is the moon but a muse?
Inspriation in perpetual motion,
Beauty and awe in the sky.
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Love is the moon. It marks it place in your heart, captures your imagination, inspires you to conquer and live. Love is the moon in the sky, lighting the darkness of the night. It helps you see what you can barely make out. It helps you feel the currents within your veins. Feel the roar of your heart, crying out like the ocean. Powerful, yet alone... filled with things that seem impossible. It's there, inside you... feel the moon, feel the pull... gravity can't stop love.
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Only you can stop it. You can prevent it, or you can sabotage it. Yes, it takes two to make it work. Yet, it's you in control of yourself. Love is a powerful magnet, and if you reverse polarity of one, it will push the other away.
Why?
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To cry out, and hear no answer. To shut down, and feel no power. There is no drive, there is no force, there is no pity. There is only silence. Unbearable, heart wrenching, destructive and sincerely cruel silence.
Silence, there is nothing worse. It strangles the imagination with doubt and second guesses.
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