I can’t deny the time that i’ve wasted, loving you. I can’t pull-back what has already been shared. I can’t resolve disagreements, the lies, the betrayals. And i certainly can’t wish to diminish uncertainty, for the world changes with every step. More ways than a human-being can ever accept. I can’t hug you, exuding the warmth i have to give, i can’t feed you, with every love that i have yet to live. There’s only two roads that lay before me. Which do i choose? Whichever danger i choose to face, that’s my own fault to live. Why is there only ONE logical route? Why must logic, always be the higher route? Yes, in the minds of the logical, in the minds of the, rational, in the minds of the, sensible. Understandable. But that role does not portray the tunnel of my soul. Not enough despair to cover my eyes so closed. That’s not who i created myself to be. I still believe, that there is a love out there, that is pure enough for my eyes to see. It is unjust, it is irrational, it is unknowing yet real. It is selfless, and undeniable, it is uneasy to comprehend. It’s complexities overbear the reason for conventional substances, and it blinds you with knowledge, self-actualization, and the will to continue a better life. The heart stops for no one. What i do is killing me. I am fully awake. They say patterns are the reasons. They say stupidity is what conquers. But i have experienced love, and love is love. Why regret it? Why forget it? Why not sulk in the memories that created? Why pass up the opportunities to love a man that no longer who is no longer? Because those are his choices, i don’t have to abide. If he had an ounce of my thinking, we’d be strolling a park. I can hold enough pain in my heart, to love this man’s kill. Enough absence, to make my mind still, for a second. That’s all i need. A second, to show me that life will reveal, the hope, the love, the great cosmic light, that no one else can adhere. For the faith in my name, is all i have. Whatever bridges burned, will fall right back. ‘Cause hope remains undone. That is love. The presence of love when absence is here.