What - is - love?
After our last encounter I became to realize that even dad would fail me to understand. He disappeared again through his portal and nowhere to be found.
No answers, no questions...
Nothing...
Why was it so difficult for one to understand? And why is reality from this life despite being in a different world in my dreams in it's core the same
No one wants it.
It looks like a gift that everyone is afraid to have...
I began to ask myself what makes of it so scary and began to describe it:
"Love, and that makes romantic love or platonic love. Is the courage you need to be vulnerable but with the reassurance not to be hurt. It feels like a white horse on a dark day."
It makes you think...
All everyone wants is to be listened to and understood. Safety when you fall asleep, or when you travel to another dimension. A hug from a from friend or a kiss from your lover so will you the feeling that time stops.
You can put two people in the same room and despite there a ton of similarities there does not have to be love. Maybe just affection.
In that is were the crux lies.
Too many times one is hurt by being vulnerable in a place where there was no magic.
A choice is made...
The horse will be gone...
The moment when the choice has become existing instead of living.
~ Memories of a man once there...