Unlimited Love

The composure and the possession of things we cannot keep forever, no matter how much we love.

   Instead of being Heart-shaped with the attachment of old ropes pulling me in, near the shoreline measured by how far you can touch the waves or choosing to see it your way before I was a convict in a emotion I can't escape. Now to be laying beside (Hidden Intensity) showing how much anticipation we build, in a way the waves feature the truth that tells you about your own motives.

  Away from being camouflage in perception, when can I start to believe that choosing loose cloth over a soft-suffering future can bring me happiness? I was worried that pain was much more than a colossal sensation trying to make me believe my own fears, rather be in the moments again where you taught me to tremble before the waves immersed my young soul in a world with a sense of their temporary existence matching mine. It's blurry without how to even start to trace the old outlines of our footsteps in the sand where we made insane life happen.

     

          Climbing the same old hills that encouraged us since the beginning, how much we can see and feel the texture of a moment passing by like a falling feather. The struggle of life was nothing but our custodian to our love and arts, we both traded things and diving in the depths of mornings and swimming at nights. I finally realized what it meant to go under and when you said upon your last words " Seemingly, as far as one can tell", these present currents is what keeps me afloat.

 

    Holding onto this life, holding onto the old ropes we used to pull ourselves in when we got to far in the open and to be offered a forever smile from your last words as I let go.

Reviews

[Ardra]

I was worried that pain was much more than a colossal sensation trying to make me believe my own fears, rather be in the moments again where you taught me to tremble before the waves immersed my young soul in a world with a sense of their temporary existence matching mine

sometimes we are too scared of the pain to give in...then some one comes along our way and makes us forget everything ... then... again leave us alone with the pain... feels like that is the way with life..

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I Sincerely appreciate your review filled with wisdom and comforting to read. But my philosophy is that planned surprises are as much of a contradiction as intentional satori, and whoever aims at the satori is after all like a person who sends himself Christmas presents for fear that others will forget him. Life and Pain is completely beyond our control. In this moment there is nothing that comes to be. Only a Stronger yet more keen to pain and life I say

[Ardra]

hehe i like the part people sending gift ... really do people do such thing :P

mmm but true we are not guarenteed tmrw.. and not even sure what holds the next min.

[Laz K.]

The themes of letting go and "unlimited love" resonate deeply with me. It's a catch 22 type situation: you allow yourself (or are powerless to resist) to feel unconditional love for someone which makes it impossible to let them go.

[Tbear]

"how much we can see and feel the texture of a moment passing by like a falling feather" poignant

your writing is the kind that needs reading over and over..each time the meanings surface and one is more enlightened

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I appreciate your sincerity and encouraging comment It's been awhile since I was on here. Its nice to log back on see this kind of review.