Love is like pain. It waxes and wanes within my aching veins and pools up in the rains. The ground, the sky, my heart, the same. River, mountain, woods remain.
Singing for tomorrow and the memories that follow shading sorrows in the shallow Hollows of my brain. Uncertainty, expression, life, the same. Those that choose to stand remain.
This means a lot of things, I think. I'm not even sure what it is for me. Let me know what it was for you.