What is love?
What is this massive word, which pulls so
strongly on our souls, and creates such
upheavals that we tear ourselves apart again and
then carry on forwards, continuously
breaking and reforming like clouds drifting in the sky.
It is this constant push and pull, this constant
demand on parts of us to remain moving and in
rhythm with another; constant dynamism, action, reaction-
constant violence, constant synchronicity at
the very deepest level. It is like gravity- an eternal force
which never sleeps and never rests.
My atoms are affected, they call out at this unrest,
this movement and this uproar. Blood boils
like in a cauldron, tree bark scratches my back
as I wriggle on the earths floor, energised and
mercilessly revived and
endlessly affected by the elemental’s of another.