| Si's poems, cont. |
| Love Love is an abstract reality within your own mind. You can go there when you please and do what you please. It is a way of defining, suffering, channeling pain and combating evil. It is our mental projection of perfection. It takes on the form of those we care for most, think about night and day, would go insane without. It shapes a database of memories and experiences into a human mould which is filled by your perfect interpretation of the future. If it was kept like this life would be a dreamworld, faultless, totally undamaged. Imaginary love can never disappoint. |
| Pain A factor of our short, insignificant lives. A feeling so common to this world, the word has almost lost it's meaning. Infliction bring delight to the evil inhabiting this life. So many causes and origins it has driven back love to the point of infinity. Physically caused, but worse still metally scarring. Rejection rears, strikes and tears out the soul. To combat it. Love. Love enough and pain will wilt under an onslaught of affection. Love can bring you from the depths of depression. And send you further. |