Love and Death

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 present and not wanted to be found. The tale of two empties revolving around a shallow grave having a hope and a certainty that leads to no end 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 may be is anyone’s guess as it has not revealed itself nor 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 forward. 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 and the drinker must be weary 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 peak 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 and the hissing or sizzling sound in my head reminds me of both of them. No relief from either noise, no one to hold and caress, afraid of the unknown yet waiting for what I know is coming.

The ferry man, or if you want, the ferry person or ferry it, made a promise to the duck billed platypus and then reneged on it. Love is not always true to its words, but death always is.

Just around the corner and not that far away from the curb lay a stone with a name space awaiting an identifier. Empty is the heart that has never enraptured another heart and so fleeting are the Planck time (Shortest theoretically measurable time) before the unconscious achieves the ultimate lacking awareness and sensory perception.

I love you more than the grains of sand on an unwashed camel’s hair and I cannot wait to tell you this to your face. Moreover, if I rapidly turn around twice, I may get dizzy, and 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 represents zero to infinity, and from my research the result is zero. Which means that as a universal Indeterminate form, love and death cancel out each other and equates 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.