Love can be uplifting and detrimental Love can be found and lost Love can be electrifying and gut-wrenching Love can be bold and shallow Love will be love
Let's see if I have the strength to write this. Tripped by commas and periods that stop. I feel like a run on sentence that's rooted like crop. How can a man go from questioning questions but knowing the answer and still get lost? Is it possible that I need saving every second of the clock? It's timeless to love but love times the watch so watch how you love this time.. It will be wrapped up in eternitys mind. And yet I say and fall and don't say much, But even silence is saying a lot.
The lines on the face Traces back to the past So many narratives And many more emotions Have made an impact Deep furrows on the face Remembrance of life’s events Sometimes tears flowed Parallel to the lines of happiness Etched on the face and forehead A sanctuary of bygone eras The face tells it all
Einstein's Relativity tells us that time slows at fast speeds, So much so that it stops when travelling at the speed of light. As you look up at the stars tonight think of this: The photons that travel across the universe to your retina, Are created in the depths of a star and destroyed within your eye, In the same instance.
We find flaws in everything we see because nobody wants to write about perfection, even though sometimes we wish we could just stay staring into that unblemished surface.
2. We are never satisfied.
We live our lives upon mountains of scrunched up bits of refill and ideas we gave up trying to express.
3. We never forget.
We write words about eye contact made three months ago that we replay over and over in our minds even though it stopped being relevant.
4. We are fickle.**
Our emotions flash from one to the other like strobe lighting that disorientates us until we feel as if the world will never be still.
5. We are exposed.
We don't know how to keep our feelings to ourselves so we'll write them down for you to find 'accidentally'.
6. We are vulnerable.
We wear our hearts on our sleeves and won't lift a muscle to fight back if somebody tries to break it because we thrive from the pain.
7. We will never stop.
We will never stop feeling and we will never stop hurting, we will never stop breaking and bleeding and loving even though the cycle is endless and we know what's coming next.
We are addicted to agony, but we agonise for the art.