On love:



One day
(Two days if you must)
You will walk into a room
And that room will cease to exist.

You will not see it crumble
But it will
And it has been
Since the day that you were born
That room has been melting
Into the index of time

Waiting for (you)
For your soul to echo
Through to the very seed of
All that exists
Of all that creates
Existence

The room has been
waiting
For you
To
allow it
to disintegrate into dust

and
When you find the person you love
That person is all that exists
And the room is no longer there
Not at all

Can you feel it?
Perhaps not
Not yet
But in that moment
Their eyes are all that are beaming
The light fixtures from the room are gone
The sun is gone
And the only light you see
Is the light radiating from that person
Warming your soul
An inescapable glow that is capable
Of covering the entire world with bliss

And the entire world can and will be at peace
As that room ceases to exist

This is not a random act
It can’t be solved with science
This is nothing
This is everything.