Love and Death

Summary

Love and Death reflect on passion, loss, and cosmic fate—where devotion collides with mortality in a haunting meditation at luciditybooks.

Love and death: The days are flying by so quickly towards my demise I can hardly keep track of them. Love is so elusive and so hard to find while death is always here and not wanted to be found. It is the tale of two empties revolving around a shallow grave. There is a hope and a certainty that leads to no end. This is love and death.

Yet, trapped in the middle of no place to turn is something grand that will seal love and sooth death. What this grand something is anyone’s guess. It has not revealed itself. It has not given the slightest hint of its composition.

I love you to death without any place to turn away from the night shadows that are constantly creeping ahead. Every breath is the last, as none can be re-purchased. Ashes to dust, dust to ashes and the weeping lasts only a Yoctosecond (One septillionth of a second).

True love is harder to find than a needle in a punch bowl. The drinker must be aware that a Bovine, Caprine, or Equine has not used the haystack to relieve itself. Through the looking glass a glimmer of promise is observed, and the observer is aroused. Then death.

Love has no charity while death brings a useless life to a merciful end. One day flows into another and I ask myself what day it is. I look on the phone. I peek behind the curtains. I peer underneath the rug. Now I know what day it is.

Death and love are a constant in my mind. The beating sound in my ears reminds me of both of them. The hissing or sizzling sound in my head also reminds me of both. There is no relief from either noise. There is no one to hold and caress. I am afraid of the unknown yet waiting for what I know is coming.

The ferry man made a promise to the duck billed platypus. You can also call him the ferry person or ferry it. Then, the ferry man reneged on it. Love is not always true to its words, but death always is.

Just around the corner, a stone lay not that far away from the curb. It had a name space that was awaiting an identifier. An empty heart has never enraptured another heart. The fleeting Planck time (Shortest theoretically measurable time) passes quickly. This happens before the unconscious achieves the ultimate. It lacks awareness and sensory perception.

I love you more than the grains of sand on an unwashed camel’s hair. I can’t wait to tell you this to your face. Moreover, if I rapidly turn around twice, I get dizzy. If I should fall to the ground, I know you are there to lift me up.

Love and death are like two notes on the same cord. Where the cord signifies zero to infinity, and from my research the result is zero. As a universal Indeterminate form, love and death cancel out each other. They equate to nothing in the grand scheme of cosmic continuance.

Being always conscious of appending death takes so much joy out of living. An absentee love life places the dishes and the silverware on the table of loneliness. Two empties are not a full stomach or gives the mind peace.

But that is how it is until death do I part.