When love is as impermanent
as frail blades of grass,
how can we say
our passions are forever?
Or is that an illusion?
Is it the only constant
as we travel the wheel
of impermanence in life?
(c) Tortured Cyclone 2017
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Transitory
Such an illusion,
this invincibility
we assume for ourselves.
A supremacy,
proven to be a facade
when life forces us
to realize exactly
the fragility
of the breath of life
that brings
a vital spark
to our leaden flesh.
This shock
to the unwilling,
our view
of self-importance
dispelled by the reality
of how transitory
our corporeality
truly is...
(c) Tortured Cyclone 2017
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Then There Was You
It is amazing, in the moment that you meet someone and realize that they fit you like a puzzle piece, One that brings the jigsaw tapestry of life into greater clarity. You mesh so smoothly with them that it is difficult to to say where one ends and the other begins. And so the relationship began...
That is what happened when I met you.
But life is never static, and the complications of our love interfered with our ability to be in contact with each other. Those challenges have become, at times, mammoth - terrifying in their Brobdaginian immensity. The miles that separate us, our duty to others, our contrasting work schedules - these all have stood in the way.
But while falling in love is something that happens to you. Loving someone is a choice, even if it is the only choice. And choosing not to love you is a choice whose consequences I never want to face - for I want you to be a persistent part of my life, as long as we can.
Some things are so precious that you would die for them, if it were necessary. That is what you are to me. Without you in my life, I would be looking at a world that was once two-dimensional, knowing that a third dimension exists because of you, but unable to perceive it any longer.
It is like having the world of sight removed, a few days after you had just gained your vision.
So, I choose you. I love you. I need you.
Lifelong, if not into the next life...
TC
(c) Tortured Cyclone 2017
That is what happened when I met you.
But life is never static, and the complications of our love interfered with our ability to be in contact with each other. Those challenges have become, at times, mammoth - terrifying in their Brobdaginian immensity. The miles that separate us, our duty to others, our contrasting work schedules - these all have stood in the way.
But while falling in love is something that happens to you. Loving someone is a choice, even if it is the only choice. And choosing not to love you is a choice whose consequences I never want to face - for I want you to be a persistent part of my life, as long as we can.
Some things are so precious that you would die for them, if it were necessary. That is what you are to me. Without you in my life, I would be looking at a world that was once two-dimensional, knowing that a third dimension exists because of you, but unable to perceive it any longer.
It is like having the world of sight removed, a few days after you had just gained your vision.
So, I choose you. I love you. I need you.
Lifelong, if not into the next life...
TC
(c) Tortured Cyclone 2017
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