Perhaps Love

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm. And in those times of trouble, when you are most alone. The memory of love will bring you home.

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door. It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more. And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do. The memory of love will see you through.

Oh love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel. For some a way of living, for some a way to feel. And some say love is holding on and some say letting go. And some say love is everything, some say they don't know.

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain. Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains. If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true.

My memories of love will be of you.

-- John Denver

Simply put,

You-you are a night time Rain, You are the Touch upon my hearts void and You are neccessary.
What an Honour which to Win your Thank You.

Your mention is twofold the only one I am hearing. i am Happy to know You; it is good to finally have You back.

Whispers, I have missed you so-that I am burden with Love feelings that overwhelm my sight.

To Be or Not To Be

I ask to be or not to be; that is the question that I ask of thee.
It is one of the theoretical questions we ask ourselves at anytime.
In time of anguish, pain, hopelessness, hunger that our soul to be delivered from our suffering.

I would be better off without my life, or would I no longer feel the pain if I did not subsist. I would not feel anything. I would be condemned to an eternity of despair should I take my own life. God have mercy on my soul; what should I do?

Am I in a debate with God about terminating my existence, or my soul? I am only debating with myself. Who else would be listing? I would be embarrassed of course if anyone were to hear me speaking to myself, out loud, pacing as if I am trying to convince another.

If suicide is painless why then is it not more popular?

What brings me to this end that I would deliberate over my own demise?
I am not questioning why I should die, but how I will die should I conclude my existence. I would not want to be a burden on anyone, h0wever I am considering this for my own peace, and the well being of others will be completely out of my hands.

I have preparation to attend, arrangements that must be made. This will take more time. Where is the spontaneity in committing suicide? If there were a woman in my life she would be complaining that I cannot commit to anything.

Well, well, well… I will have to give this more thought later; for now I am being called to dinner.

Begins This Voyage

I am not aware of the direction my thoughts will take me;

Nor the destiny of where I am to go with the emotions here.

This journey is as much of a mystery as any I have enjoyed.

I only hope it is an interesting mystery, and a successful journey.