Tell me how love is supposed to feel.
Have you ever been in love? Out of love? Loved by another? Have you ever felt - that golden warmth gurgling inside, like flaxen bubbles surfacing and bursting through a sea of champagne. The feeling of voids of endless joy; the feeling of happiness as it trails its way down your back, pleasantly. You shiver, but you smile.
Tell me: Why do people shun this incredible feeling, why do peoply shut it out? Why do people forget its existence; while hatred paves its way throught their minds.
It's as if they've forgotten how to live. What is life, if not a chance to bask in the resplendence of love?
Sometimes, I die.
Darkness and death embalmed, I lie. The world fades, the lights dim. I am alone, but for that speck of life in the distance. Murmurs of the passing world filter through, but I ignore them. I resist them with strange fierceness, as the world's sudden insignificance echoes in my mind. For nothing matters more than me having my black silence.
But all this - only for a moment. Before I let myself wake up.
And I am brought to life, where I feel the grandeur of empowering love stronger than ever. It emanates from my loved ones, in waves and golden auras. I feel it in the grass beneath my feet, the love of Mother Nature who has so beautifully crafted our world.
I cry, for these things of which I live for, embracing them. I cry, silver tears of gratitude and joy, for the beauty of this magnificent gift that has blessed all Mankind.
Then I stand up to face the cruel world of coldness, with a smile on my face and love by my side.