Post by Onyxaeon on May 17, 2009 0:54:27 GMT -5
Stand
People don't learn to love, you know?
It's not something that stems from simply being around someone or growing fond of them.
It's a tender melting that takes place long before you ever meet;
A bonding that wraps a soothing embrace around the souls of those involved,
Cocooning them in sanctuary;
The essence of both floating spirits settled into the cradle of kindred views.
Because that's where it all begins.
A breath of sound steals its way from the lungs,
Fleeing past vulnerable lips
And stroking the air,
Another's eyes widening in delight as a heart has found stable ground,
A solid surface to grasp when the world is tumbling all the while.
With where does that line between friend and stranger begin, though?
For a moment you are unknown, lost, alone.
And yet, with a sheer uttering, that isolation is gone,
Banished to the farthest reaches and cast out to the foaming ocean's waves.
Is that all it takes?
Surely not;
We humans complicate everything, and if that were true and that were all it took,
We would cherish a realm of peace instead of misery.
Ah, if only all misery were such grand company.
I'd gladly slip into chaos and stand before the dogs of hell,
Because there exists no greater earthly feeling
Than that of finding that foreign yet familiar piece of one's own discarded soul,
And latching on without relent or fear of the consequences that ensue.
Where once you stood, so battered by the torrent you faced
And misguided by the delusion that you could bear this world alone,
You find that, now, two stand.
People don't learn to love, you know?
It's not something that stems from simply being around someone or growing fond of them.
It's a tender melting that takes place long before you ever meet;
A bonding that wraps a soothing embrace around the souls of those involved,
Cocooning them in sanctuary;
The essence of both floating spirits settled into the cradle of kindred views.
Because that's where it all begins.
A breath of sound steals its way from the lungs,
Fleeing past vulnerable lips
And stroking the air,
Another's eyes widening in delight as a heart has found stable ground,
A solid surface to grasp when the world is tumbling all the while.
With where does that line between friend and stranger begin, though?
For a moment you are unknown, lost, alone.
And yet, with a sheer uttering, that isolation is gone,
Banished to the farthest reaches and cast out to the foaming ocean's waves.
Is that all it takes?
Surely not;
We humans complicate everything, and if that were true and that were all it took,
We would cherish a realm of peace instead of misery.
Ah, if only all misery were such grand company.
I'd gladly slip into chaos and stand before the dogs of hell,
Because there exists no greater earthly feeling
Than that of finding that foreign yet familiar piece of one's own discarded soul,
And latching on without relent or fear of the consequences that ensue.
Where once you stood, so battered by the torrent you faced
And misguided by the delusion that you could bear this world alone,
You find that, now, two stand.
