Eternity
One word that creates excitement and confusion at the same time, even the sound, as it roles from the lips of those un-known to the meaning.
Forever, usually within the prominent thought of Love.
To live, forever, with your soul mate, bound by the life within your lungs. The breath of life no-longer your own, but given to another soul deserving. Combining its beauty, as if it were a representation of peacefully bound eagles within the heavens. Gliding, flying together as one. Moving in union, trusting their hearts to guide them...
Dancing within the clouds, as the colors fade and connect. A painting of majesty, created to form the peace that Love is.
But with all, love is not only tranquil, it is messy, and fearful.
Messy: Because Love has no timing, no end or destination. It does not come and go, it lives on. Once love becomes prominent, it shakes your world, turns it upside-down... Because that soul that is bound to yours, and changes everything you ever believed.
The story of your life that you started, becomes a beautiful combination of two worlds that collide.
Fearful: Because once those two worlds are molded into the beautiful foundation of strengthened Love, it cannot be broken. But, even souls may leave this world of ours. A loss that leaves you more broken then ever expressed before. One becomes fearful of this kind of loss, because deep down where your consciousness resides, you know that this pain, will change you forever.
Lovers bound by time, in a world never aging, is only a dream that most desire. To be together for eternity, Oh how beautiful and satisfactory.
But what is never spoken of, is a life without thy Lover. An experience that forms the warmth of humanity within a cold and frozen heart, once, eternity was implemented with the idea of immortals.
Humans were warmth, and immortals were ice, but we are far from that.
We are The In-Between...
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PoetryWith a history unknown, shall thy truth of thus past grace thy generation of thus day and age? As thy decade upon decade escapes thy time encased tranquility. Is thus spoken to be of physicality or only part of thy mentality? As of molded thought ha...