musshy, soppy, pathetic, LOVE

And I said to love: "But I am open to you."*

And love said to me: "The wind is made of air. There is air inside your house, but everything is shut up. The furniture will get covered in dust, the damp will ruin the paintings and stain the walls. You will continue to breathe, you will know a small part of me, but I am not a part, I am everything, and you will never know that."*

All the while I thought I couldn't get into the statement's point. Putting into context how much fear I have of letting my emotions get the most out of me. Or so I thought.

Maybe it was the movie marathon that rattles me this way. May be it was that melancholic Unchained melody that strikes a sudden twinge. A love lost would be the tragic part in most love stories. But when the one you love passes off, putting an end to loving is never an option.Eternal love, never- ending, unceasing.

Or was it because Across the Universe caught me into a psychedelic world revolved around the world's most famous songs. Waves of Beattle's song narrating a story that has never been told.

Amidst the political tensions, the war movements, and lifestyle's clashing. Still, love prevailed.

Perhaps learning to speak your lover's language. A forbidden love that speaks most of seduction and lust. The heat of passions that grows into a forbidden love affair. Love disallowed and precluded begets secret. Secret deep and dark. Even so, no matter what, love will endure.

Love is intoxicating. Trap into the Memoirs of a Geisha. More than ambition, more than freedom, more than pride, love can transport you into the hypnotic trance of succumb. Demented by a poten spell of beauty and mystery. It uplifts, elates your spirit.

What if angels walked among us, and one of them fell in love with us. Sometimes, we defy rules.

We challenge even our own firm ideals. She didn't believe in angels until she fell in love with one. Feeling is believing. In the City of Angles love is the mutual destiny.

We say loving is a state of mind. We interpret different notions, values different persona. We hate tackling the matter. Since, indulging ourselves into the psyche of affection could hold our defense down. I, for one, can be held guilty.

In the end, we always wanted to control conditions . Reality would creep it's way into sanity. That is, love could take it's course no matter what the circumstance. In the most unthought fate. Virtually, to the most startling fashion. To whomever. Whatever. Wherever.

I guess, I better be ready!

Happy Holidays! ;)

*the Zahir