Life by the beach

Time has not been able to stop thoughts.
Distance was never far enough.
Feelings were always unfathomable.
Presence were never seen,
always heard and felt.
All four never showed compassion,
for I am the way I am and will be.

...for always...

Leisurely wrestling with thoughts, I stumbled across a can of words. With product label as brown as a berry and expiry date as dead as a door-nail, the content could be hazardous. A baffling construction of LEGO pieces. This could be LOVE defined.

A strange being, LOVE is. Instead of something solid, it could be gaseous at room temperature. Some need it just like they need air to breathe. It could intoxicate because others would die for it. Just like food, it should be taken in moderation. Imagine drinking Pepsi. Left open, the dissolved gas escaped. Try to drink it without the frizzle and sizzle.

A gas does not have a definite shape. It assumed any shape it is in and takes up whatever space is offered. Love recognizes no boundaries. A mother would do anything in return for her child's comfort, safety and happiness.

Just like tear gas, you either break down in tears or it tears you down. It could be reactive or as stable and unreactive as noble gases. Love could show indifference and kept to itself. Just like noble gases, they do not need others. OR DO THEY?