"There's a hollow feeling...about that place you just left...a feeling that something very important is absent overwhelms me as I stay there...and engulfed with the sorrowful emotion of incompletion...I sit down, hug myself, and cry with despair at the realization of "I miss you".
"Now I realize...it's all actually shortsightedness...to say that love is blind, deaf or mute is a ridiculous thing...it has eyes, but it cares for nothing except for what it sees...it has ears, but it does not mind everything it hears...it speaks, only not in ways that we could always understand. Love is not necessarily "unexplainable", only we cannot see what the explanation is...because in actuality, even as love is the one that poses the question, love is also it's own explanation."
"Lovesick"...such an appropriate term...love is the malady that which has no cure but itself.
"Love can cause a pain, a pain that only love itself could heal. Much as love is the one that poses the question, it is also love that brings to light the answers. Love is a power forever omnipresent, everlasting, infallible and invincible. Love is in effect its own beginning and its own end."
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RandomThe title speaks for itself. This is a compilation of thoughts. I had such a fertile mine of thoughts about various subjects - religion, politics, philosophy, friendship, love. This is sort of a blog in book form. Some of them formed inside my head...
