[forty two]
if this was real life, there would be feeling and there would be pain. if this were real time, the clock would be ticking and the noise would drive sanity from anyone listening, or who gave an ear to listen. if this was real soil, the earth would be shaking, the world would not let this happen again. if this was real weather, there would be rain, there would be inches and flowers and clouds. if these were real people, there would be real emotions, there would be conversations, there would be love. if this was real love, there would be smooth sailing and peace and hugs. if this was the best day of your life or mine, there would be content.
although no one feels the same thing as anyone else, no one can hardly feel nothing. if one person feels something, it is empathy that draws us in with a gravitational pull. if love was present, there would be no elephants or rooms, there would just be that tension that enormous incredible feeling that overpowers and knocks one out like a wave like the undertoing of the water Gods that pulls and tugs anyone under, refusing release.
If there had been love, there would be no release. If there is a release, either the love is lost, or the love is there and it being set up on the shelf, packaged with dismay in a hurry, and hopefully not forgotten.
i will not promise
February 11, 2011 - Jess
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