this onerous travel--this dogged climb; towards the summit of this cavernous mountain; the capacious air, filling my unsatiated lungs; the persistent echo of your plea for me; for the unabated misery in your voice; keeps me going--keeps me striving to reach the nearness of you; not to be your guide nor your distraction; but to be a part of this endless struggle towards you--towards that perfection, you dream of; until you say you're through; because--because, i cannot see the wisdom of this perpetual seeking of something; the daunting dryness of this parched land, called your soul; for isn't love your intended end, my dear? as is mine, i dare say it, still; the audacious awakening of my unhindered reasoning, regarding everything that's truly relevant; isn't it love which makes it even more meaningful? this life, we have, must not perish, into the shallow impasse of woebegone nothingness; you aren't mine enemy nor am i yours; the truth of you, still hiding blatantly, inside this foolish head of mine, is not of mine intention; yet, you still do these things to me. one thing about my present area, is that it's blatantly cold. brrrrr. so, making poems despite my unstable sim signal. hello to all! ❤❤❤ #love #random #thoughts #yqbaba
