Isn't it insane that every thought that occurs, even at passing means something?
Our minds are always subconsciously processing information that even at 3am I wake up with the most sheepish eyes and write so I won't forget.
Pen what I feel so it sticks and not fade away as a dream like illusion,
I write so I imbibe,
write so it feels more real,
more true,
less insane .
Thoughts at freestyle are the most honest ones I think ,because you don't write it down for a purpose, it's just free flowing energy in its ulterior form and the very power to express it through a medium is oddly fascinating.
It's been a while since I've felt that energy so the words seem rusty to me.
Although I don't want to seem desperate,
I am desperate for love.
Is that wrong?
I don't know!
but I sure am embarrassed by it I can't explicitly explain why though!
why does the need to be loved come of as a dire desire and labelled as desperation?
It's only a state of mind that you have so much love within yourself that now you are aware of it and willing to share that love with a human being who feels the same way ...
Why is that desperation??
Isn't it only beautiful to imagine how it must feel?..
To be in love with someone who is not related to you by blood,
but you are drawn to them enough that you are willing to let them see a part of that soul of yours that's been hidden until then,
a part of your soul that is willing to love theirs in return,
willing to make a connection that is so dangerous that it will rather alter you permanently without a second thought and linger long after either of you is gone,
now that's almost frightening!
But the risks that one's willing to take to consciously sacrifice their souls for eachother, blend in and imbibe eachother,
coexist and be surprisingly alright!
make the other feel it's alright...
thats what it must feel like no?
True love?
I would not know!...as of now atleast,
for some reason that makes me sad,
at the thought that I haven't fallen.
Such a self contradiction this love,
yet it's all everyone yearns.
It must be something then this love,
something so powerful that it's being portrayed
as magic by poets,
as cranial chemistry by chemists,
as human biology by biologist ,
as spring by naturist ,
as a desire to belong by psychologist,
as simply 'love' by mad men.
Love, so overpowering enough to drive people insane,
so omnipotent an emotion that I have not experienced at all!
such is it's egoism this love,
that it exists but no one can touch her,
no one can lay one finger on her until she chooses to come to you ,rather creep up on you when she feels like it ,
irrespective of the situation or its consequences,
she sits so high up and powerful that the very sound of love,
the very word in its entirety,
changes lives,
alters minds,
leads to death,
forgives unconditionally,
forgoes irrationality,
yet never not for a single second it forgets!...
not for a single second she lets you go astray and forget that she exists.
What is with this strange emotion?
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