Love vs. Blindness

Love: Weakness welcomed in another’s shielding embrace. Those thoughts which were laden in shadow and silence voiced without concern of backlash. Your ideas, hopes, sincere wishes. The twinkling bursts of synapses which craft an ideal realm where you alone seem to roam. Yet in time, dwelling there one’s joys seem shallow without another to share it with. These thoughts, these hopes and dreams, they are selfish if indulged by one person. Dreams are meant for more than one. They are hooks of undiscovered futures waiting to be processed from the abstract to the tangible.

Blindness: The innability to see the tangible or abstract truth, or comprehend it’s meaning. One’s engulfment into the entity sometimes blands our tongues from tasting the veracious nature of life’s platters. This whole idea is grim, as it can lead heart, body and soul into a cataclysmic journey from whench no reproach is possible, or so I believe.

And that is a small shard of my view….