REVELATIONS IN A CLOUDED MIND

Life and time, motionless.

When cold becomes warm, desaturation becomes vibrant and sadness becomes happy. To me, love is absolute serenity, where you are in a heaven of somewhat. Its perfection in hell, as a breeze on a hot day, its water in a drought, and it is the very subject you need but can not understand yet have a capability to learn and or understand, an emotion worth fighting for.

Keep in mind,

Love is not always romantic,

Love is not being blinded by facial features,

Love is not infatuation.