Until every atom of your body is consumed in misgivings.
Until your every bone is sore.
Until your every living moment is an act of conspiracy.
Hold on....
Love...is the warmth of sand beneath your feet. A sun kissed bed on a winter morning.
Hate is the cold hard floor.
You really do fall in hate.
I'm reading many books, one being "Monkey Minds," and one point he talks about love. He loves so much, that he pushes the other person away. Loving, loving, and still pushing.
ReplyDeleteAnd still the same, love can make us hate so much.
Yeah...Don't we all do that sometimes?
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