I have imagined that love is like many things, and like nothing else, too. I have seen that it seems paradoxical in many ways, like strange and familiar at the same time. My current thought is that love is like a dream, or is like dreaming, while you're awake. If I remember correctly, I think it is just like that: eyes far away, a blissful smile on your lips, the feeling of floating.... I have previously concluded this about love, and this, but what do I know? If I call something a word a lot of times, the thing won't change, but the meaning of the word might, to fit what that word was referring to — so I'd be correct, but in a kind of lame way. So maybe what I'm calling love is not love at all.
I have called madness a sort of waking dream; is love like a madness? The romantic might imagine that it has some elements of it, but I think not. Love, I think, is sanity itself, in my understanding of it. It is hatred that is the madness. Hm. What is love? Silly me, I thought I had answered that simple, infinite question. I've just gone in a circle, I think, concluding, "Love is love." Though that is something — at least I did not think that love is not love. For all the ways that the word can be stretched, I think that that would be quite incorrect. And maybe love is a paradox, after all, that you know it least when you know it most. Well? That kinda makes sense. Yes, I think love is like that.
Raymond
3:02am tuesday, 9th april
Love is understanding for what someone does;weather it is good or bad.It brings joy in unamaginable bounds.Love never faulters nor does it die.It has no meaning of time or of uncaring about it.Some people will go their whole life completely happy never knowing what love is;but thinking they do.Some people will let it slip from their fingertips because they think something else is out there waiting for them;and it will be better.To those who find it and hold on;you are truely blessed.To those who don't;may you never know the loss you never felt.
Love is not fair nor is it kind;it serves to amaze and to bring happiness
to those who desire.May we all desire.
LG
3:55am friday, 12th april
Sometimes I think love has lasted for me so long because of my mania and depression. Just like life, love for me is never stagnate, nor am I complacent.
love is a fuzzy blurry feeling, leaping, lurching and coming to full circles....over and over again.
Raymond
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