Love... we all crave for it and we hope to one day find it. It is the thing that moves our lives and makes us feel complete. It is the thing we give and hope to get at least a tiny bit of it in return. It is what gives us wings. What is love, truly?
We walk the long way home just to get hurt by the ones we love. What illusions did we have for this person? What did we see in him? Our own reflection? Reflection splitting in two...
The people we love find all seven ways to keep us near. So near, that when they reach out they could touch us... they sure know how to grow the seeds of love. But can they... can we feel something more than lust?
We let others, the ones we love, steal our will to live from us. We let then crown us and then kill us.
"Love is a little death between two little lives, nothing more." These words burn my mind every time I close my eyes. The words of an artist...
And when it is all over? Then we are left ti exist for ourself, for the hope that someone would give us life again.
Our life suddenly gets out of control, out of our own control and is dependent on a feeling... on an illusion. We always give a chance to eternal love and we always die when we hear the words "This is the end."
Say the words I want to hear again and again, but don't expect me to believe in them like before. Burning and all-consuming love is the only reason.
Nothing is free. For every moment of happiness and feeling of completeness we suffer countless moments of despair, tears and helplessness. Just when we have lost our wings, when they had been torn away from us, we deny love and die. Love is killing us, yet we crave it. We give and get nothing in return.
Such wounds cannot be healed, so come... come, come, come...
We deny love, we deny it's existence, we deny ourselves, we oppose to our human nature with the only purpose not to die again. And just when we thought that we would never love again, because we decided not to, we end up on the same place where we said to ourselves "Never again!", and we're screaming "I'm in the same nightmare again!"
Again we have let ourselves be someone's toy...
And again we are too weak to say it is all over...
Again and again unconsciously we end up here where we denied love and we walk over our own promises, ready to give one more chance to eternal love.
Say the words I want to hear over and over again... lust is the only reason to be here. Lust and human nature.
And when I look into your eyes, I say "Take me again..."
"Take me again..."
Thank you to the remarkable poet Tony Kakko for the wonderful words written in 2004.
Blinded No More
17.10.2007
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8 comments:
thats crazy amazing, it makes you think, makes you wonder, makes you criticize yourself and the words. Thats a true sign of powerful writing, your technique is so fluid, so wonderful that iy magnifies the worth of this story by exponential values, great job Sil, keep writing.
It truly is the thinking of a madman, that surfaces from time to time to make me think on one matter or another and normally makes me think pretty randomly and crazy.
The point of this essay is really to make people think about love and what place does it have in their lives, I hope it does the trick for everyone who have read it at some point.
your love just comes then leaves
taking me for granted careless of my grieves......
my god, as if this essay was written by myself with my thoughts,
i have to pick out these lines:
"We walk the long way home just to get hurt by the ones we love"
"Love is killing us, yet we crave"
the many times ive said that, no one seemed to understand.
"And when I look into your eyes, I say "Take me again...""
*tears*
I suggest you hear, or at least read the lyrics of Blinded No More by Sonata Arctica, it is one of the reasons this essay came to be. :)
ok then =)
btw do you mind if i link to u?
Feel free to. :)
i did ;)
to clarify i meaned i linked to you (not that i felt free)
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