Love

Love… the bitter word that lingers on your tongue after it has been said. How can four letters cause such pain? Such joy? Such confusion? Now there’s a question.

The statement that love is a rollercoaster is completely true, there is no doubt about it. Any mind, however experienced or no, can recall love in its many forms. The love that stays. The love that lingers. The love that regrets. The colourful range of emotions conveyed by the simplest word, the less than three, are many and plentiful.

Lovers lost. Lovers gained. Lovers yet to come.

Love blinds us. The poets are right. When our trusted friends warn us of forthcoming tragedy, we ignore it. We all do. For it is intrinsic to our nature, our nature which we claim not to have control over if only to relieve us off embarrassment.

Love can hurt. Pain and torture all thrown into a word used with such trust. Even to the inexperienced love hurts. The dust that flows through two symbols is tainted brown with age. It is dangerous, never having the powder tainted back, especially with the force of creativity lurking in the depths of our minds.

Our minds, the space in which sparks of many colours are shown and created by the angel and demon inhabitants. Fuelled by the outside’s version of right and wrong, the sparks…