They say that ‘loving is hard, for our generation’. That it’s near impossible to find a kindred in this world of hostility, pain, strife and grief. Some aren't strong enough, they crawl back into their shells and live out their days with their backs to the world. I won’t call them cowards for that. Looking for love in the eyes of another takes bravery and uncommon audacity, I applaud the brave the audacious, I see them from my window walking dogs, strolling offspring, finishing each others sentences as if they are one cerebral fiber with volume at different ends. If you believe in god he must smile every time the phrase “soul mate” is used. He must watch them before they meet he must cringe when they cross the street when they are sick, and weak all the time hoping that nothing will stop them on there path to each other and then can we really imagine the joy god must feel when their eyes meet for the first time and he knows that they will never be apart again.
2007-07-13
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