On Love

Love is almost impossible, so once you catch it, you must be willing to let it go. Perhaps you can't let it go all the way and perhaps you feel the passionate need to hold it forever, and perhaps you may be able to throw if far, but in most cases remember that perhaps, it will tear your insides, or in others, completely mend them back together. In complete suffrage, maybe love is the only way to build back strength and hope, but in complete happiness, love will tear the newly built walls back down to the core of existence. Love will be the reasons for every sense. When you see you love, a love not in your self, not in another, but in somebody else, you feel it. When you touch love, perhaps the person you are loving, you get feelings of the darkness you never want to return too, and the feelings of the light that you never want to fade. When you taste love, the sensations of passion and the sensations of desire overwhelm the emotions of power and the emotions of strength, for weakness fulfills your bones. When you hear love, perhaps the literal word or a whisper of imagination, is seems as a facade that burst the bubble of reality and forces itself upon your heart, and upon your soul. When you feel love, in what ever sense, you know. You know how you melt into the tender pain and the worshiped desires, the willingness to flee and the willingness to bleed the emotions felt, the need to give thanks and the need to be welcomed, the need to be needed and utterly absorbed with gratitude; while sparked in the reality of separation and prayer, the reality of ecstasy, and reality of whats real.