Friday, 7 February 2014
08:51:04 PM (GMT)
I'd like to think that this nonsense is not only nonsensical,
but beautifully so, like a twirling red ribbon of literacy and language
that twists aesthetically across a painting in the dance of a gypsy.
A red ribbon; why must it always be red? Why is
this the colour that first comes to mind? Red is for the daring
and the fluids that course through our veins, representing
the substance of life and love-- but wait, are they not the same?
Perhaps not quite the same, but as intertwined as the destinies
of soul mates; for one cannot truly live without love
or love without life; the two fundamentally depend upon each other,
like a couple that is destined to be. And who ever came up with that phrase?
"Destined to be?" How is anybody ever to know if they are truly
destined to be? For destiny is of the future and though
you may love them presently and you fit together like the harmony
and melody of Mozart, how are you to know that the song will continue,
or if it will end? How can one predict, lest they be a prophet
(and frankly we are at a shortage of those nowadays,)
if it is your fate to love someone forever? And what is the point
in fate if we can never be sure it exists?
Last edited: 7 February 2014