in the thick of it all love will always be the storm that tears apart your houses and drags your cities back to sea.
no matter if you built levies or walls ten hundred yards high, the waters will hit hard enough to flood the roads and knock flat the barriers
in the moment when your tallest skyscraper kneels down before the power of the ocean, in all her grace, you will always wonder what could I have done to forego this destruction?
but when another storm comes one that you could not see one that you were truly not prepared for love will be your shelter
in ways that are both obvious and mysterious all the same she will come to you in your moment of final prayer and you will ask yourself how else could I have diverted this catastrophe?
after shutting for the final time the next sight your eyes witness will be singing birds and blue skies and you will wonder how, and eventually, why?
this I cannot answer
perhaps this is love’s true poison that she will not let you die until she kills you herself or perhaps that is simply her price or perhaps even there is no reason and love, just as I, know not why we do the things we do but we do them with passion, with commitment, with love.