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In love with someone looks like an adventure that never ends. It's as if you're walking a never-ending journey. Love sounds like a conqueror. Budding its way through life are two people who are making their lives about each other.
The word conquer keeps coming up in my writings, because there is a huge part of me that wants that to be, known as my love. Not that I want to conquer someone; rather that they conquer me. I'm always at the top of my game. I'd like to go down.
You have to be with me where the conversations are endless. That the silence is as loud as laughter. You need to wear the ringing dissonance of anger that comes only seconds after a heated argument. You must conquer me. Recite poetry with me. Cry with me. Laugh with me.
One of my favourite pastimes is cloud gazing.
I like to think of thoughts as clouds. Some clouds are fleeting, they hardly in a static position for long. Some clouds are small while others are large. Other times those small-sized clouds bunch up together to form a large cloud. And those large clouds bunch up together to form a super cloud which eventually brings down a thunderstorm. βοΈ
Some clouds are so blended in with the sky that it looks like they are not there at all. And then there are times when there are no clouds at all. Where do they even go? Probably wherever they came from.π¨
Like how clouds are sometimes visitors to the clear blue sky, our thoughts are visitors to our clear minds. Sometimes those thoughts come through and they mean nothing at all & we easily let them go.
But other times they mean so much that they summon more & more thoughts, to the point where they bring about a storm of anger and despair. π‘
Just like how you make peace with the storm that's brought about by the clouds in the sky, just breathe & let your thoughts be rather than emotionally react to them. The sooner you let be, they sooner they leave. π
-Meπ