Sometimes I wonder...
If love depicts an ocean.. There's no way of knowing what's on the other end.. No way of predicting when the next disaster will fall upon us.. But it does feel good to be embraced in it's arms.. But I know it will be time before i tend to feel dry and nothingness again.. Not possibly constantly being loved 24-7 that I know.. But just hoping the unpredictable wave would come just in time to spare some love.. Before the time runs out, before I run dry..
Sometimes I wonder..
If love portrays a painting.. Each stroke is a marking.. Leaves down traces of our path.. Not knowing where to go or how it will all end up.. An exquisite painting? A ruined painting? Each stroke speaks of a story.. Of our happenings.. Could be angry strokes.. Could be caring and understanding strokes of painting... Each step makes a difference and whether or not we will make it.. I guess we have to wait till the finish line comes.. When one day we feel the painting is done.. But please be gentle.. I don't want this masterpiece to end so quick.. No anger can make things better.. I guess i have to understand too..
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