love is the highest, pained sought after hope.
on other agenda's it's like being addicted to dope
risk is the killer of all, to risk nothing in life, will implode upon itself.
screwing around with emotions, no time to think, you miss your chance, to have an awesome time in life.
all goes down the drain
if you think about it, love like itself is small in words, but big in meaning..
if it was so meaningful, and as humans we can act upon instant thought. then why do things go wrong?
jealousy, anger, greed?
cruelty against all that worship themselves..
feelings die, people die, memories fade.
but love is always there.
six billion people in the world experience this feeling. it goes, it comes, it's ruined, it's cherished. for some, it's a gut-ripping heartbreak.
the time in your life when it appears, smiling, so beautifully, elegant, gracious, floating away......
is when you feel the flutter of that blue butterfly, telling you to grab her hand and soar off, away, over the mountains, over the sea, into nothingness, where it will always end, whether it's death or dispute, it will be gone.. so is there a point?
there is. it's called, love.
ha, thanks guys.... and i guess if i sat down and wrote something with more meaning, i guess it would make more sense...
i only wrote that in a minute, and it was just things rushing through my head.. lol
sorry
ha ha, well i spent 10 mins thinking of another one... but it's a metaphor.
and yes it's about love..
massive topic i know, but there is just so much to write about it!!
here it is..
Love is the ocean, vast, beautiful and unpredictable.
Acts from the Gods destroy; but always return it to original beauty,
Man is attracted instantaneously by the beauty caught above.
Swimming deeper and deeper,
Most drown, others? Grow gills, and thrive off the ocean.
on other agenda's it's like being addicted to dope
risk is the killer of all, to risk nothing in life, will implode upon itself.
screwing around with emotions, no time to think, you miss your chance, to have an awesome time in life.
all goes down the drain
if you think about it, love like itself is small in words, but big in meaning..
if it was so meaningful, and as humans we can act upon instant thought. then why do things go wrong?
jealousy, anger, greed?
cruelty against all that worship themselves..
feelings die, people die, memories fade.
but love is always there.
six billion people in the world experience this feeling. it goes, it comes, it's ruined, it's cherished. for some, it's a gut-ripping heartbreak.
the time in your life when it appears, smiling, so beautifully, elegant, gracious, floating away......
is when you feel the flutter of that blue butterfly, telling you to grab her hand and soar off, away, over the mountains, over the sea, into nothingness, where it will always end, whether it's death or dispute, it will be gone.. so is there a point?
there is. it's called, love.
ha, thanks guys.... and i guess if i sat down and wrote something with more meaning, i guess it would make more sense...
i only wrote that in a minute, and it was just things rushing through my head.. lol
sorry
ha ha, well i spent 10 mins thinking of another one... but it's a metaphor.
and yes it's about love..
massive topic i know, but there is just so much to write about it!!
here it is..
Love is the ocean, vast, beautiful and unpredictable.
Acts from the Gods destroy; but always return it to original beauty,
Man is attracted instantaneously by the beauty caught above.
Swimming deeper and deeper,
Most drown, others? Grow gills, and thrive off the ocean.