Love

Sitting all alone in the box of my body,
With rivulets of thoughts sliding down
The bare walls of my mind,
Meeting and coalescing into a pattern
Of life and experience,
That bursts into a living stream of energy,
Motivating the conglomerate of cells
Which is called my body.

I’m alone.

The outside world is within and the outside
World is - not in.
A paradox in philosophy - so clear yet meaningless,
I’m alone - since I am one enclosed entity.

Am I alive or am I the story that’s imprinted
On a beings memory cells?
I’ll never know - not that it matters
As I have more obstacles in my mind/everyday
Living to deal with, as they are immediate.
Why am I…?
The question of life.
The answer if known… I would be happy.

So lonely, I want to cry.
Cry? A response so basic, it is destroyed by society.
Man’s society, whose direction can be altered
By one individual, yet its impetus is unstoppable.
So lonely, for the emotion, love,
Love which blinds you to the obstacles and
Questions of your life.
Love which causes emotions to change with the wind.
So beautiful and so deadly.

I need love.