friday, 6th decemeber, 2013
day 96 of 365
It seems to me that love might just be one of the most real, natural phenomena. Sometimes it's overpowering and destructive, like the power of a tsunami, though often it seems as beautifully creative as the rays of sunshine that inspire the daffodils to blossom. I suppose I feel tugged towards the strange feeling that we are but a speck of sand; our individual lives intertwining and separating, as rhythmically as the sea upon the shore.
Can there be meaning in such insignificance?
With your body wrapped tightly around mine, are we really any different to the grass that forever hugs the hills?
Can there be meaning in such insignificance?
With your body wrapped tightly around mine, are we really any different to the grass that forever hugs the hills?
And all the while, through rainstorms that flood the valleys and the beautifully blue-sky clear days, it seems that nature goes on, inspiring and destroying, and try as we may to catch up to the brilliant complexity of a billion grains of sand, I really do believe we will forever be subject to falling in love.
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