i think love's suicide.. is not.

[velpo]

a world of mind games leaves many on the bench.
i really don't understand this obsession with genre.
an individual is so much more than that.
it seems as though, the bar for acceptance, gets raised every year.
every month.
every day.
every minute.
every second.
we tear eachother's throat, in competition, for an award, that in my eyes, has no value.
i begin to question intelligence, but realize that i am not intelligent enough to do so.
i suppose then, that if intelligence is the power to acquire and apply knowledge,
then we are all geniuses.
this coming from someone as inferior as myself, makes me laugh.
but then at that moment, a spark ignites within this inept being.
although it may not be love, it was a feeling, an emotion.
and thats when it clicks...
thats when this smile becomes known.
thats when this individual becomes me.
ya, i remember when i won the race.
the skills used to do so were not.
the feeling i achieved while crossing the finish line,
was.
after all is said and done,
i now know that this corona + bacardi mix is great.
thats a fact.
but what i also know, is that i'm not out to prove anything.

i love you.
and you're nothing, without love.