love

Poetry is passion . . . no, it’s more than passion . . . it’s orgasmic passion (desire starts in the mind, Walt Whitman would agree) . . . it overfills every atom of body & soul with so many emotions that you feel if it does not come out, you might explode. Same with love. I always thought that certain feelings we can feel only as teenagers, and as we get older, eventually they disappear, and life becomes an emotionless straight line. It’s not so. It’s more of a foundation of which sometimes we might not be even aware. Our feelings for what we love over the years become stronger & more passionate. Music and books that we grow up interacting with as teenagers or young adults at that moment in time are just a period of time when we are young, whether it be in a class or entertainment. Eventually, over the years, when you put your time into it, you make it your experience, you spend more time learning and feeling it becomes a part of you, and this is when you fall in love. And that love is much stronger than teenage love or adolescent love. And then you stare it in the face and realise it’s no longer nostalgia but rather an appreciation of something that filled you with that passion so many years and inspired you to live, feel & love in this overwhelming, sometimes complicated world. And that’s love.

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