Oxytocin.

When I tell her I love her, does she understand what I mean? When a moment is like forever, and time is totally a matter of human discernment, how can she not understand? Has it been too long? Or maybe not enough time has elapsed in your perception. Should I have seized that moment? I had that one chance to tell you, but it's happened a thousand times. Would you believe me? If I told you that I'll make it alright if you just stop being so hurt. So damaged. So loving, under layers of fear of a love unreciprocated. Your neuropathways want you to leave this moment, for the next connection in this endless pool of being. Where the feeling is so strong, it courses through your veins and controls you. You don't want to let me keep you. But I don't want to let you go. I want to give my love away just to show you that you're all I want. I want them all to have it. If I can't have you exactly the way I want you, with the perfect alignment of stars and a breeze that blows every sub-atomic particle that is the subject to your object my way. This Love feels like an invisible force moving at 32.2 feet per second squared, assaulting my human frailty. You could stop my world from turning. You could bring me to my knees. I need you, I want you, I can't see without you coloring my paradigm. I love you, to no limit or quantification. You'll never know a love like this again, even if you never truly know that I love you. I miss you like the rainforests miss their trees, like a mother misses her child on the first day of school. Bittersweet. When you're not with me I still appreciate your existence. In my mind I watch them want you. I watch my rage do what I never would. I watch my inner lover sweep your energy off it's feet. I never want you to go. I told you I loved you. I told you what it meant. I told you that I would gladly mistreat you, if you earned it. And I hope you would do the same for me. I call for you in the quantum field. A world away is a footstep. The speed of light moves at a snails pace. When I'm in the presence of your duality, The sun is but a candle basked in your effervescence. I've said too much...

"We're acting like we're here...We're not really here..."

Very often we become more deeply involved emotionally with the reality we create in our minds. Especially our fears. We take the things we fear, and tell ourselves that those things are more important than the things we experience on a day to day basis. Our fears can even become more important than the love we feel for another. We "fall in love with our fears", and give them more of our hearts and our souls than we give to the person whom we are connected to. And each fear causes more and more of a disconnect, until not only do we lose touch with ourselves and reality, but we ultimately lose touch with that person we love. The fear becomes love's substitute, and we fool ourselves into becoming okay with that. Sometimes in order to be strong, we have to accept weakness, and embrace it even, and be unafraid to travel through the unknown (love/pain), though we may be fearful. Only then may we find what we were always looking for. Us.

Love.

Love.What a word.The dictionary defines love as:1: strong affection, 2: Warm attachment, 3: Attraction based on sexual desire, 4: a beloved person, 5: unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for others. So many words that mean so little when compared to the all-out assault on our senses that love epitomizes. The sheer magnitude of emotional energy that love engenders. Love is omnipotent. It gives and it takes, it hurts and it forgives. True love is a delicate equilibrium of love and hate, measured out so carefully and precisely, that it's potential volatility relegates it to that rare class of existence which can only be described as unlimited. We've all felt it in one form or another. It transcends race, gender, language barriers, and any other idea of worldly understanding that could possibly be an obstacle to it's ubiquitous nature. War, injustice, triumph, peace, are all simultaneously caused and affected by love. we are all children in it's playground. What is love? Love is.