I see a light, out of the darkness and I'm coming alive. I handled more than I should, more than I deserved. I was on the verge of collapse as I kept blocking out bad things instead of letting them in and dissolving them. After months, wounds were healed and time made for a brighter day. Peace appeared, fashionably late, with passion.The sun is setting now, with a pinkish glow. I am finally content. The despair that grappled me and the songs without time is gone. The gentle whispers of prayer and the slow motion of my life remain. The life without a direction, a soul always on vacation and a heart in a rhythmically beat
Love is good as long as it lasts, than it is mean as a snake. It is peaceful like a hibernating bear until disturbed. It is a savvy shape shifter that changes over time.
What we know is not much. What we don't know is enormous. It is a legend, a myth. That is exactly what love is about; that is what my life is about. It is mysterious, exotic and quite frankly scary. But it is mine and I got only one.
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