total precipitation of the heart...

the stream sweeps us into the river. the river has large currents. irrevocable ones. the stream one can influence, navigate. the river--not so much.

within the stream--we have will. within the river? against a tide? an ocean wave? and what is love but a wave of emotion and passion bubbling forth into an immovable force. the strongest in the universe, but....it starts with. a compilation. of. H2O molecules. individually--drops of water. together....immovable power. like love. by itself, divided--weak. impotent. but united--strength untold...

these concepts are merged in my head. love. and the river....the river is time. fate. life and it's ultimate plan for us. or rather--the river is not the plan, but the plan unfolds on the river.

i want something which i have not wanted for as long as i can remember. it's a small thing. a holiday thing. that this has returned to my life--this portion, and many things have died and gone that the rest of the world claim are 'important' to being 'successful'--it makes me happy. i could care less what everyone thinks. the river requires risk. as does love. inexorably so.

what reward has any of us to gain the world and all its content, and lose our soul?

without love...there is nothing.