Draft Series 2:

LOVE ~

Translation:

This idea of boundless love. Love as the idea. A gender. An agenda. Something we all long, push far, stretch thin and admire so. What is the lust we endeavor. What is the love we’ve lost. An ache. A pain. A liberation. All mixes and makes from one seed. Seed through earth. Seed through life. An unfolding evolution of connection, make up, identity and soon become memory. So when we look for some-one or some-thing greater than the last, what is it that drives the notion? What is ready? What is not? What is timing? What is destined fate? Something I suppose we are all forever on the journey to understand in this instant gratification we call our present. Because there are no answers. Perhaps this is so. Nothing to be seen, found or to conquer. Perhaps you just like, love, marry and move for the days to feel like days and the weeks to become years. But no? Connection is power. Feeling the electric wave that connects your hearts. This is all we need. Not much thought or further burden of suffering. Just so.

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