Saturday, April 15, 2017

Winnipesaukee On This Bus

Love is emptiness without the thought of nothing.
Love is the universe without me.
Love is modern energy without romantic or postmodern fantasy.
Love is unreal and free, extemporaneous and incorporated.

Prophecies go unwritten. The sea no longer sounds.
New theories are the same as old beliefs. But love is never-ending.
Consider this. The only fact is being. Death is just a thought.
I am what I am. And I am what I'm not.

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