Tuesday evening

Sometimes I feel like a lonely being
Sometimes I feel like the busiest person
Sometimes I have no time nor space to feel lonely

Tuesday evening, 2012, on the eve of June, or almost.
I feel love.
I feel a lot love.
I feel so much love sometimes, that I think I need to be shaken to be brought back to Earth.
And yet, in my mind and in my heart, Earth is where my love is.
It has no explanation such love, as it has no words that can express it.
It is, and it is as simple as that.
My love is.
Its a love made of trust, like so many others.
Its a love made of patience, like so few others.
Its a love that is not made but felt.
Its a love that has so many words associated to it, that no words can do it enough justice to express it verbally.

But love as it is, it is the quintessential element of my existence.
I know I have been born to feel such love.
And it is this love that will save me.

There is no way to find it
It arrives as an unexpected guest, that we did not realize we were waiting and just linger more and more for its company.
Love is the expression of the poets with the words of the gods, upon a moment of creation.
Art feels love as its pure canvas.
For any art is but an expression of love towards of a subject of expression.

I wonder if love will ever feel this way again.
If the doors that keep the dreams away from reality, or a for a moment upon like a positive pandora's box and all that i wish love could bring me, just happened over night, leaving not hope trapped but instead belief.
Belief that miracles are possible if we tune our heart to listen.
Really listen.

And when the heart listens
Silence screams the truth
You're in love.

And the gift of such love is being in awe of the endearment that each second of such love brings.
The gift of course is the chance to be alive to witness love as it covers me like the smoothest blanket in a cold winter storm.

Tuesday evening and I feel love