The 3 Abstracts: Love

This is one of 3 pieces I call The 3 Abstracts. Love, Time, and Death.

A thing so ancient it escapes notice. A thing so profound it permeates the world around us. It is all at once full of breathtaking intrigue and tiresome platitudes. Though it's facets are so seemingly infinite, we are conditioned to feel and deadened to all but a few. A mothers affection. A fathers pride. A lovers passion. It inspires warmth and solace. It threatens with fear and loathing. It is the root of comfort and jealousy, of guilty pleasure and genuine care. I can't recall the exact sensation, of passion and infatuation. I've only felt it the once. Now it's like a phantom limb. If rationality can be consulted, let's say that I merely remember the existence of those moments. The relentless anxiety that would steal my appetite and snatch away rest. The near crippling dread of losing it all to my own self doubt. The unfettered and reckless emotion that is both the gift and the curse of youthful naivety. However the loss of these things was a lesson in itself, and the knowledge gained was this; take heed and revel in the obscure. For the new vacancy within opened my eyes to the many unseen facets of love. The way a heavy rain resonates with the sound of my guitar. The sweet taste of a cold mountain spring flowing from a fisure in a moss covered cliff. The scent of the ocean that lingers on the winds of a westerly storm. The way a good novel can induce insomnia whilst your eyelids grow heavy all the same. Love is in all things and every place, down every path in every uncanny valley. And most especially, it is within the obscure. So look between the creases and beneath every stone, down every corridor and behind every cloud. For beauty is ever elusive, yet tangible to those who look for it, and love can reveal itself in the most dreary and hidden of places.

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