The truth about love

"every song i sing...i sing for you..."

This is a line from a famous John Denver song...I don't know the history or reason behind this song...i dont know who he wrote it for...i will proceed on the assumption it was written for someone he loves...
Love is not about singing...love is not about dancing...that's just in the movies...i can't speak for everyone but love is something else altogether for me...
Maybe it's me...i don't know...but love is like standing at the edge of a cliff...love is actually jumping...because you are too crazy...not in love...but in anger...
Love is not being able to live with that person...not being able to live without him...
Love is being bored with the sameness of it all...love is hating change...
If there is anything is normal about love...i haven't found it yet...god knows i've looked...

One of those many nights when i lie awake after a fight, I wonder why...why I am subjecting myself to this. One of those many afternoons when the phone has been banged...i stare at my blank computer screen wondering...wondering if it's worth it...
When i see him smile the next instant...i know it is...for that moment...

All these moments have made three years...and i know that all the songs he sings are not for me...love is hoping that one day it might be...

Existence Bubbles...a nonsensrick

The Bubble has to burst one day...

The Bubble of birth
pink and soft
Incandescent as light
Alights the luckiest soul

Feature films passing by
Never a wave, never a die

If the Bubble burst right now...
The Earth
The Sky
Clumsy words, all collapse

Built on shaky murky existence
Dark as white
The night light

One word makes a paragraph complete
One paragraph is incomplete without meaning
But if words have no meaning
Is it an exercise in lyrical nonsense?

An attempt to undo years of dust gathering, choking, coughing neglect
Or is it neglect
Or is it inability

The pen moves but scratches no words
The ink flows but fills no copyright
Logical thinking. To hell with it all
Who gave me the right to mess up my head

Feathers, so soft...what if?
A vulture was to shed its feathers
I pick it up
Is it the right time to cut the bible with the feather...the vulture's aint it?

A bird of prey against a word of pray
Nature survives. And dies
The bubble might burst one day...

It won't.
I have it safe.
Trust me.
POP goes the bubble.

If the bubble burst right now.