Meaning of Love

[Steven1607307306]

"The Meaning of Love"

 

This vast wasteland is soothing.

I lie on my insecurities, it's moving.

Chaotic thoughts brought to serenity,

As wishful thinking sets the sun.

 

Thoughts constant. Vibrant.

Inundated mind forcefully halted,

such as the eye of a hurricane.

The trials of malign vagrants

which may only find peace within chaos.

 

A paradox of tranquility

within an epic battle of emotion.

 

Only then may one aspire to surpass this extemporaneous behavior, within the tunnels of hell created by the haunting dream of things to come.

How, then, must one seek comfort without bearing the weapons of anarchy?

It is impossible, for the universe shan't exist without a counterpart, such as the nature of man.

Turbulence is unyielding and shall never obliterate from one's life.

The same shall be said about serenity.

Only when one has come to a realisation, shall he be granted enlightenment, rather then to squander the energy which makes one feel so infallible.

How is it, that one may wander in obliviousness only to die an ignorant man?

Or is it I that is ignorant?

Am I so blind I cannot contend to ponder the wretched truth?

No.

I am enlightened as stated before.

 

There is no paradise without hell,

No sun without moon,

Or dark without light.

 

Counterparts within this life.

Not form but transform.

Beyond phisiology lies the enigma of life.

The limitless imagination

Which dictates no boundaries.

 

I, too, shall find this.

For, is it not what we all seek?

Our own, equal, recipient

Of life within life.

 

Is this love?

Perhaps hate.

Perhaps they are one.

Entangled within the endles cycle

Of "transform" we call Life.