is it pain mixed with a little pleasure?
or is it pleasure mixed with a little pain?
is it weakness mixed with some strength?
or is it strength mixed with some weakness?
is it joy mixed with a little sadness?
or it just sadness with some occasional joy?
love similar to the rest of us is all of this.
a paradox.
it's fire can either warm our entire existence
or obliterate us into nothing but mere ashes.
it's coldness sometimes considered relief
might sometimes just leave our souls stone cold.
love is like that wave that wishes to stay
but always ends up rolling away.
love is nothing if not an element of this paradoxical world.
love is nothing if not between two paradoxes searching for an identity.
pain and pleasure.
strength and weakness.
sadness and joy.
all and none.
this is love.
- the paradox of love.
YOU ARE READING
evanescent blots.
De Todo❝my thoughts are stars that i cannot fathom into constellations.❞ - john green, the fault in our stars. • lowercase intended • cover credits - @crookednights
