Enough of love. Cut the flow. How about talking about the realization of love. I have come to understand that we talk about love in order to try to better understand our internal feelings. We love this, we love that, we attribute a sense of attachment and compassion towards it. Is it any way to live your life? To feel the heart pulsate and attract itself to a feeling of unity towards an object or a person? Well, I love love. I love it so much. Interesting on how I defined it as a methodical and boring theory. As an end to a miscommunication between brain and heart. That’s what love is. A clear distortion. An unresponsive mind that doesn’t seem to understand why this human being, which has been programmed to eat, sleep, reproduce, has an attachment. Attachment, it sounds so simple. Try the sacrifice of self-preservation. Above all us, we thrive in environments in order to survive. However, true love, real love is the unconditional support of a partner, or object. Some people love objects, but let’s not talk about that. Sure, I defined love. People will tell you in order to fully understand it, you must feel it. You would think it was enough knowing that your brain was shutting down, now it’s a physical impact. The body reacting to the mind’s numbness. All this explanation seems logical, but what if there’s more. What if those moments of impact, evolve. What if love, turns into something greater. It becomes obsession, people’s greatest fears. The result could be disastrous. It could also evolve, into the far extreme of laziness. Love can turn into comfort. It can turn into a monotone reason for people. A safety net. However, when the scale tips, when there is an epiphany. I think there’s another level, only so few can attain. Forget the traditional definition, forgo any preconceived notions. Forget the very word love. I have found it. The same impact of first love. The sweetest nectar. Everyone cherishes the first bite. The consistent flow of love is found in this new word I try to pinpoint. Maybe even create. To recap in a scientifically manner, this new feeling I have discovered has the same attributes of seeing for the first time, of watching for the first time. When one has entered this state, they shape shift constantly. In constant movement, on one’s toes consistently. This new attachment is freedom. It is not constrained by a definition. The very word itself does not even deserve to point towards it. Free love? Freedom? I’ll tell you what it feels like. A sunset coupled with a sunrise. The moments before the rays break or fade. It is wanting to living life to the point of tears. Crying because you are so happy, crying because you are so miserable. But also moving, forwards, backwards, it doesn’t matter. Love like life, is movement. And you know what’s the great thing? Unlike traditional love, that peaks at some point or falls, or even rises all the time. It does not stay stable. It rushes, it crashes, and it seeps slowly. Take a while, try to understand. Because with freedom, your brain is working, and your heart is soaring. It therefore seems easier to understand. In the end, the evolution of a new form of love – one that we are not fully capable to comprehend – boils down to the idea that: we share it with another free being. It is the natural communication that helps it reach a place where very few have ventured.
She loves crying, I love watching her.
I love crying, she likes to make me.
Release the tension of your emotions
For they spark when amassing
We travel to feel warmth soak our cheeks
Rapture, pleasure and mesmerizing love.
Tears are the natural solution of signs of happiness
Water the source of life, but also emotions
We fill our emotions, our conscious with bliss, with passion, tears are not signs of sadness
It is our soul cleansing, making room for more life, for more passion.
Consideration is a gift, in which she only holds
Nobody really knows, but underneath it all that there is this heart all alone
Her eyes ablaze, she awakens the yearning to appreciate her identity
My mind is never at ease, for her parade of tenderness and show of friendly gestures
Weaken the very fiber of my knees, hard to get up from such a blow, the scent from her perfume fills my body as a comforter.
There’s this world of affection she’s never seen, that offers something she can hold.
The boundaries must be ripped apart, the thick sheet of fear torn to pieces
An ardent breeze will pass through, and will open her eyes to the forbidden fruit
It won’t be long, until she’s exposed, once a diamond in the rough
She now shines with the primordial envy of so many
The ebb and flow of her present crashes upon my heart, consuming it in despair
All at once, she overwhelmed me; I basked in the glory of her touch. It wandered away just like the fresh blooms of summer. Now the frost invades, freezing my love in place, until the next harvest.
Wait. she said.
He stopped. The weight of her words anchoring him in place.
Promise me. she added.
His breath was cut off. His heart sunk into his stomach. His soul was ruptured, it pained his whole body.
I can’t. he said.
She fell to her knees, tears pouring down her face. History was repeating itself. Adam and Eve’s expulsion from paradise. Cleopatra’s and Anthony’s love. Even Paris and Helen suffered such pains and grief.
Love cannot live without a host. It must be nurtured, it must receive attention. You can’t leave me. she gasped through her tears.
He strapped on his sword. He holstered his gun. He grabbed his suitcase.
She smiled. She bid him farewell, he was never the same.
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