Love Black
Love is not always pink and held in a candy box .
Sometimes
love is black , love can have thorns and can make us bleed .
Love can have various shapes and sometimes it can't be sized
with the usual mainstream meter used to seize conventional feelings .
Inexplicable things we do for
love, and we surprise ouselves and we astonish people around us , we do little
and great acts of courage for love and we do great gestures of craziness.
That is not craziness at all , yet
it is the life itself lived intensely, till the last bite of sanity,
till the last drop of conscience, at time of recklessness.
And yet it is sweet to sink in this state of elated foolishness
while we close the reason out of our doors, deaf at its screams.
And we run .... and we run ...and we
run .... wildly... we run happy towards our pain .
