Love, It came silently, and
It strikes
One however , was too intoxicated with the poison on the cupid arrow, that they forget to realize the pain that comes with the strike.
It makes the simplest response a world-defining declaration.
It makes the simplest action a move with many layers of meaning.
It makes the simplest act of kindness a jar of honey
It magnifies - everything that seemed to be minuscule - a wink, a message, & a voice.
Many has been intoxicated, many has chosen death of the intoxication of love, over the instinct of survival.
And even more has chosen death, rather to awaken from the dream
And many have been immortalized for the great act of love, whether from the great act of selflessness, or the cowardice to leave the dream and face the cruel reality in front
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I was in love.
Many times I had been in a dream, and many times I had awaken from a dream, lone in the bed
The wound I once thought was deep, will eventually sow itself, and barely existent lest it's the middle of the night
And with each wound, comes with a new perception of life
- to favor the abstract art of music, the beats of rock, the melody of classical, over the song that declares love of all else
- and to realize that one can live good, albeit not perfectly, alone, and to realize that it's friend that supported you over a girl that is barely there in a dream
- and to realize that one must continue moving even though nothing front is in sight, for you are dead the moment you stop moving
- and to have your own standard, because it's better to have your own rules even if the rest do not comprehend
- and that there's more than romance and love - there's ambition, friends, and there's a world that you will die trying to conquer
- and to view the world with the coldest of eye , yet greet it with the lamest of jokes
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I am in love again, but
With each sensation of love - one a chemist might referred it as a shot of Oxytocin ,
Comes with a sensation of fear - the fear of rejection, the fear of humiliation.
There's always part of me that warn me to stop, even as i get wrapped more to the dream.
That part of me that made me survived till now - selfish, uncaring, and a tinge of aloofness
That part of me that society condemns, yet was the reason i can survive until now - from betrayal, families, disappointment.
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And he's warning me again.
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I look at the message
And with every smile in my mouth comes a sigh
As every colleague looked at the sheepish grin i had, deep inside i know there's a question
Will it be the same again?
A dream awakened, a new scar
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But at least one for sure
I will survive, and who knows what perception i would get this times
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2 years later, Me from the future might view this with the silliest of grin, wondering what would i have been to come up with this
Or look at it with a smirk, that hints a glance of sadness
And such is life , no matter how life is
Cest La Vie
