Read between the lines they said.
Everything has a meaning to it.
Hidden? Buried? Always?
That deep thoughtful search.
That quest for knowing the unknown.
Because we always knew there had to be a bigger picture.
There is always something more to it?
There is always something more to it?
And oh that “feeling”.
That damn feeling that’s only meant to pump blood.
That thing messes it all up?
That damn feeling that’s only meant to pump blood.
That thing messes it all up?
As if I hadn’t had enough already. Only then I had to meet you?
Adding to the baggage now, am I?
No wait. Another lesson?
Jeez! The chain of thoughts won’t stop.
Live in the moment they said.
How? That they never told.
Compartmentalize. Prioritize. Be wise.
One step at a time.
More of those words and all that crap?
Through the truths and lies.
To everything that seemed black, white and grey - add bit of colour they say.
That spark? That fire?
Fuzzy neural network.
Breathe. Just be. It’s okay. Let go.
This and that and everything else put together.
It’s too much.
Stop!
It’s too much.
Stop!
My heart will burst with joy.
No. Don’t even try.
There is a rhythm. And there isn’t.
Just listen to it or sing to it or dance to it.
Do as you may please.
There is a rhythm. And there isn’t.
Just listen to it or sing to it or dance to it.
Do as you may please.
As senseless as these words may seem.
Meaning or no meaning.
It doesn’t matter.
That’s the beauty?
It’s simple.
After all, it’s love.
It’s inconsequential, I say.
-Dedicated to taking chances, to beautiful encounters and to the stars that give hope!
-Dedicated to taking chances, to beautiful encounters and to the stars that give hope!
