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love, under all odds and graces, was stated to limn and impart a chasmic vehemence that one has been yearning to sense for life. like a kind of ecstasy that everyone is after; chasing through bypasses with zero to hinder. or a passionate shiver that's difficult to bygone; obscured by uncertainty, pondered by thoughts in fiasco. or a tapestry of memories buried beyond great deeps—difficult to recover, one after another. oh, why was this even created if it's sole purpose was to guise and mend reverence? was it to toy amongst those who give too much? or play with those who don't feel worthy of such?
i don't know. that is why i sometimes wonder how love is worthy of feeling. why was it given recognition in the first place? why should it be delved deep for us to affirm? what is that in all generals given in order for us to perceive that emotion? is it even worth the sacrifice of what all i have? because it's honestly enigmatic, an unknown emotion pondering through the gaps of living, creating a sense of bewilderment, mending me into the space of colors, and grays or none if i evade it. again, it's a confusing paradox—a link of two diverse things, yet built by one another and coupouned by each other. it's ridiculous given how everyone has their own definition of that, and bemused for me for i certainly have sans.
