“…random and twisted…”

Life, tormentor of my dreams. Yet my sweet comforter. In it, is a happy hell. Still I uncovered heaven and the angels never mistaking to warn me about the agony. My mind always stray to skies, where I’d escape for a while. But life, continues to be the tormentor of my dreams.

Sometimes I write random and twisted things, but looking at it deeply you’d find its meaning. So, the first paragraph containing that somewhat poem, basically means we all love living and we’re scared of death. Then again, life torments our dreams with its craziness and inconsistency, dealing with many things at the same time.

Also, life still blesses us with beautiful things, like people. I’m grateful for all the people I have in my life. We’re able to come alive thanks to the people we love and have by our side. They’re there to talk to us or talk us out of issues relating to life’s drama. They serve many purposes. The “beauties of life” is a very different topic on its own, because of its wide scope.

We all want to escape and sometimes looking at the sky can be therapeutic to us. Just staring endlessly can have the ability to clear the mind and sort of bring inner peace. It’s like an assurance, that everything will be fine. I do this a lot, and it helps.

Fantasies do fade and we all jerk back to reality. When this happens, we realize we’re still living and we have to live on until our very existence comes to an end.

“Life, tormentor of my dreams, yet my sweet comforter…”

You don’t measure love in time,
You measure love in transformation.
Sometimes the longest connection
Yield very little growth,
While the briefest of encounters can change everything

The heart doesn’t wear a watch.
It is timeless
It doesn’t care how long you’ve known someone
It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary
What the heart cares about is
RESONANCE

Resonance that opens it
Resonance that enlivens it
Resonance that calls it home
And when it finds it, the transformation begins.

My heart has found that frequency
Of unbridled resonance with you.

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