I wrote this last night in bed at around 3am... doesn't really make sense, but it's kinda interesting

to love someone
to hold someone
to touch soemone
to feel someone
to spend every waking hour
seflessly living for her
to bear life's greatest difficulties
with her hand in mine
loving, soft, innocent eyes
the magic they have
to make every crisis seem
only as a challenge
to give meaning to life

modesty in life, extremity in love
it is not to love like you've never been hurt, but to love knowing it's worth every pain in the world
to love knowing tomorrow might never come, and to not care since, with love, life is already complete

it is so strange to actually feel these emotions. these amazing feelings of love just bursting inside me
an avalanche waiting to explode.

it's not possible to quench this thirst for love. i have learned that the hard way. it is not a goal to reach, it is a choice, an opportunity, an assembly of fate, and it should never be taken for granted.


There there is this, which seems to switch gears and discuss religion and God:

What is God but our desire? It is the comfort in knowing complete purity exists. That innocence is not dead. But the trush is that God is in all of us. God is not a person, God is a mindet. It is living life selflessly. It is having an absolute and pure heart. It is never winning at the expense of others. It is sacrifice that brings utter and unimaginable happiness, not pain and loneliness. The top is a lonely place only because it was reached by sacrificing others, not yourself. This is where love comes into play. Love another selflessly, and if they do the same to you, you will realize heaven is not so far away, and that the voice of God is her quiet whisper.


Interesting che? I think I'm going to start posting all the things I say during those hours, because I am a completely different person, with a very strange and hauntingly different pespective.