|Current mood:|| crazy|
|Current music:||Magic G - DJ Tiesto|
& its this feeling that's almost intangible
Everyone wants it. Don't deny it. To some, its almost as precious as the air they breathe; taking on the mantra of "life is all about love". To others, it comes in a state of subtlety. Recluse and secretive, it strikes within the most indenial of hearts; staking its need and claim within the unsuspecting person who believes they can survive without love.
Or even of those who try to keep their wanton for love hidden. Such as myself.
Its figurative; half of the time not even taking on the literal sense. An enigma to adults, a portrayed false feeling to adolscents, and a cherished term for children.
Its embraced by many, and asks for nothing in return. Its as pure as the crystalline waters hidden away in the ever-elusive paradise. Its as strong as the bearers are willing to hold it. And it wants to be sought as much as those who wish to find it.
And should you happen to stray by it, take a firm grasp upon it, and do not let it stray from your hand. Don't let any chances slide past you, for your first may be your one, your only, and should this all prove true -- your last.