We're like two teenage delinquants fervently bashing from each other the fusty, cherished spirits of our youth.
I love you; you love me. But what is love? Is it the unrequisited binding of two souls? Is it a biological imperative? - A necessity of no further compulsion than the ebb and flow of the air and seas?
Is it the ending of happiness; a giving in to a crushing despair and the attacks of an amourous beast?
Do I love you because I'm touched by the hand of some higher power? Do I love you, or what you resemble? Is love, rather, maybe the spines of some great formless, snarling, pearly-jawed beast with jangles reeking of the fusty ardour of passion?
Well, all I know is that love is standing on the edge of oblivion and staring into the eyes of the abyss whilst standing aloft the precipice of glory; a point reaching no higher, with the sullen depths of perfunctoriness all about it.
Well, love is a being lost on a path whereas unlove is a being lost in an ancient wood. It's a welcome lost; a lost with a sense of direction.
Lead me where you will, love, for I will rove your paths 'til the very sinews of my being are made void. I am lost within the grand scheme of her. May she keep me contained - her prize; my master.
She is my path through the despair and half-light confusion. And when I think the path ends I discover that the mechanisms of change make paths anew.
Is love the projecting of certain unpossessed and unpossessable qualities onto another? - A realisation in another what one can never possess? When you find that person who you'll deify abreast the altar of the human heart you will feel an unworthy dog. But she sees in you a man 10 feet tall; a man of morals and kindness and sanctity.
When you find her, you may both eye the fickle nature of love. The pieces may not naturally fit. You must re-search the box for pieces you thought previously discarded. But don't let it pass you if you find it. Love is a sinking despair and a super-position of the heart. Love is a thankfulness for the blessed futility of our pathetic lives.
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