08 March 2013

Existing, Yet, Living?

There is always a... paradox, if you will, in us.

There is always something... held back when we are opening ourselves for others.
There is always something... revealed when we are viewing others.

An opening to the human soul, I feel, would be on how they see others
On how one expresses oneself,
Which on itself a paradox.

This heart explodes with myriad of thoughts and wonders
Yet, no one would ever completely understand
This rainbow of words comes pouring out of one another so colourfully none would travel out of this mouth
How odd, that this complexly made body is still incapable of... something.
How odd, that it is never complex enough.
How odd, that... I am not even sure what to label, or if I am fit enough to label, THIS, is never shared enough.
How odd, that THIS happens, THIS exists
Yet, THIS is not something ever fully understood.
Or, should we, humbly as we are, understand?

Is this... revelation a show of something held back?

Words, or something... are often lodged and left neglected at the little corner of this heart.

Is this a way to question
If accepting and understanding are enough for... THIS?
If love ever enough?

What are we looking for?
What counts more that what we are looking for?

"Doesn't everyone want love?"
Now I don't know anymore.




Simply,
Lina.