Of life through love

Fatal desire contracts us from environment, but only upon vivid, spontaneous imagination, remembrance, or sensation. The essence of life, often judged through time, suddenly has the ability to be felt as ineffable emotions cloud the mind and soul. Consumed by common existence, most beautiful within those that share a deeper genuine stare. Rarely can be seen two of envious perfection dwelling in innate destiny. A combination releasing countless ecstasies and vices that could never be exchanged. Much beyond purpose is gifted via mutual lust, and a private world drowned in euphorias previously forbidden. Rebirth in essence. Ability to live through combined feeling without the tenuous restraints of time. False parameters disappear.

Warning is necessary for those overwhelmed by a particular ora, as that which can give us so much meaning through existence, can also bewilder and retard one until happiness is realistically out of sight. The strings that once tied such enviable interaction, sometimes deceived, or warn, or suddenly stressed, are quick to snap and constrict us with relentless will. Time is again the worst enemy, and night unfolds only to leave a undesired conscience. "When?" finally becomes the most intimate question that is always on our minds as we must again wait while physically existing seconds walk us by and force us to repeat that which we can bare the least.

Mistrust in another immediately leads to mistrust in many, if not all. Skepticism again flocks around us despite any embrace. Self and similar blood are again recognized as the foundation for worth, and a gained knowledge lingers, grinning as it observes life rebuild itself within us, a new and better understood essence about. One step closer, regardless of anything that may be missing, to understanding what it is to be. Destiny is once again in the moment, as the truth rests unanswered in a burst of fluttering confusion. The path once so elaborately paved no longer exists, security and sense of direction weary, the choice is once again presented informally by what remains unsolved. The first enactment in a different degree, as discerning as it may be, has the chance of being more than a blessing, provided false ideals are not given the opportunity to fog intuition.