what is love?

love is love
really
it can be so many different things

love can be
  • work
  • peace
  • anger
  • weakness
  • selfish
  • caring
  • less
  • flight
  • wealth
  • sharing
  • childhood
  • a mystery
  • longing

 
It’s just never the same. it keeps moving and flying and changing like some magical kaleidoscope of insanity, or a mystical calliope of comfort and depression. The tune plays for one and then for another. The magical creatures go round and round, and up and down.

And we all pay our token, or remain content to watch from the sidelines, because we don’t want to be the kid who ate too many deep fried twinkies and blew chunks all over the magical, mystical sidewalk of love.

every moment

when you whisper in my ear
and i feel your neck against my nose
and your smell is a part of everything in my brain
when our skin is touching

when we don’t need to talk
and you want to hear me anyway

when your softness surrounds me

when the waterfalls all flow out to space
and the snow is everywhere in the streets

when the sparkles
leak out of our bodies
and we can’t remember our names