In absence and in silence

[locryian]

In our little minds, we tend to deal with our lives in absolutes. We measure the events in our lives with what we have, what we can see, what we can do, and what we can hold. We quantify our lives with tangible values. For once, I would like to believe that I can put myself beyond that perspective. I can see the patterns of dichotomy. I understand that cold is the absence of heat, darkness is a place that is devoid of light, and the tree that is felled in the forest does make a sound. Having said that, I realized that I have already forgotten what it feels like to have love in my life. What now, then? Can I reconstruct it in it's absense?

At the end of the day, my head cannot philosophize away the emptiness in my heart.

It's the 3am blues, I guess.