love. what is that but a word?
what? but a word? has the world gone mad?
if all of the people who inhabit this planet
would look in your eyes it would surely spin again.
but instead, when i look in your eyes;
the world stops.
time stands still.
a moment lasts forever.
we are in the same moment in which juliet questioned the rose.
therefore, i question love, or rather the efforts to condense emotion into a single
word.
we are in the eternal sunrise where opportunity has no end.
out lives are pure potential, our minds are full of dreams, the universe is at our feet.
we stand here on mountaintops having made the climb
having jumped through hoops
and stand firmly resolved in the constitution of our characters
which are but a compilation of past successes and mistakes.
we look to the valleys behind us which we filled with doubt
we look to our personal trenches sprawled for miles on one side of a battlefield;
the notion that that can be condensed into a word astounds me.