From One Of My LJ Entriesmalibu87March 10 2005, 05:32:19 UTC
Love: Does love know boundaries? Does it know time, and space? Does it know dimensions, or Parallel Universes? Does it know the pain of one body? Or two? Does it stretch across all of this to make itself known? I don't know how to answer any of the questions, but somehow I feel... if I look deep enough... then I already know all the answers. I feel as if I am falling into the unknown, but somehow it has been known to me all along. I feel that somehow... I am not getting lost, but being found. Love. What a powerful word? Does anyone truly know it's meaning? Does anyone truly know how it feels? Love could just be a figment of our imaginations. Something conjured up eons ago by people who could not comprehend the pain they felt for loss. Or the joy they felt in companionship. Does love ever truly die? Is it even born? Or does it just exsist? Is it there waiting for you? Or are you supposed to look until your dying breath? Even then... when you die, does the love live on? Or does it not have enough exsistence in the first place? Are we ever truly going to comprehend it's meaning? It's shape? It's exsistence? I don't think so...
Does love know boundaries? Does it know time, and space? Does it know dimensions, or Parallel Universes? Does it know the pain of one body? Or two? Does it stretch across all of this to make itself known? I don't know how to answer any of the questions, but somehow I feel... if I look deep enough... then I already know all the answers. I feel as if I am falling into the unknown, but somehow it has been known to me all along. I feel that somehow... I am not getting lost, but being found. Love. What a powerful word? Does anyone truly know it's meaning? Does anyone truly know how it feels? Love could just be a figment of our imaginations. Something conjured up eons ago by people who could not comprehend the pain they felt for loss. Or the joy they felt in companionship. Does love ever truly die? Is it even born? Or does it just exsist? Is it there waiting for you? Or are you supposed to look until your dying breath? Even then... when you die, does the love live on? Or does it not have enough exsistence in the first place? Are we ever truly going to comprehend it's meaning? It's shape? It's exsistence? I don't think so...
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