NOBODY EVEN CLOSE

There are some beings. Some take them for granted; others spend a lifetime in pursuit, an endless just around the corner quest where there are only corners, nothing else to view.

There are some lives, true lives, which live in passing, in daily discussion over hurried breakfasts and between sheets of unnecessary words. Unheard words because one cannot the other make see that which hides in plain view.

One drives over a bridge one day.

One wonders how long this bridge stood and how it weathered with the passing of the seasons and the floods of reasons, so many reasons; most unselfish, most concerned about the other states of being... other necessities. And should a stranger pass who is in fact running towards, one turns away, flicking the cigarette over the side... like ashes.

Who can say love is meeting, fleeting, love enduring, love like a bridge withstanding torrents - who? Who can write words and dreams like fading photographs, like chattering small minds that never could?

"Because this state of being comes but once in a lifetime..."

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Love is a chemical circumstance remembered through an evolutionary advantage that has become artificially enhanced by hallmark cards and holidays. That s**t doesn't really exist the way we think it does.

[Elise Anton]

No kidding... Adrenaline stimulating desire, Dopamine to please and feel appreciated in turn, Serotonin so you remain focussed on the One, Oxytocin 'flooding' during physical bonding... We are but chemical reactions produced in the brain to secure our continuity... Oh love! Oh LOVE!

[Davidgeo]

Yeah.. that stuff. What you said.

[Elise Anton]

Haha! On to it. Wrote something about that, why I could remember them... At the mercy of our brains really. And all they care about is procreation. The rest is just... salad.