• Cold... Yes cold, there must be other words, but words fail me at my present state. I wonder, I wonder how... How can I make this haze subside when everything is laid out before me... The scriptures are told by the scholars that tell not of what they know, but rather what they theorize. It's the vague understanding of how the human heart, not the organ which holds life in balance, but the metaphoric figure which represents emotion and most of all love... This is the enigma, which misguides us and yet it gives us something to pursue.

    Turn, turn around, face me, let our eyes meet and our souls entwine. It's that smile, it beacons me, it is comparable to the song of the sirens, it entices me so. Such elasticity, the infinite buoyancy of the human heart, time heals all, but to a limited degree. When one is one, there is no other, but when one is two there is a bond formed by an adhesive to which no solvent exists. Two, two becomes one, two hearts resonate as one, two souls join as halves to form one, two halves of one... one whole...

    Love a love that has no end, and shelter it so it can grow, let it manifest... Love the love to which no "one" can see, but "two" can view without complications... Love the love that belongs to you... Love the love, which has not yet disappeared...