Broken Love and Twisted Fate

In the midst of love, something broke. So many concepts that we learn are only just that, concepts. But there is no denying that the concept of love and all the perceptions that are associated with it, though differing from each and every individual to another, are bound together because they exist at the most basic of levels. We are drawn to other individuals, we learn to care for them and care about them, we choose some individuals to care for more than others. In the middle of these relationships we find ourselves struggling, falling, rising? loving. In the midst of love, something broke. Around us the walls collapse, the rain covers us, the water rises, the drums pound a rhythm to the brain, around us the powerful attempt to control, the money drives the cars, the drums pound a rhythm to the brain. Around us hate and despair crowd our style, around us struggle is immanent, blood will be shed, wars fought, lives lost. In the midst of love, we lost our way, we lost our timing, we lost our rhythm, we lost our selves. So much good to be had with the ones we love, so much to be found in the hearts of those we care for, so much to give those that we hold so close. Why would we waste that? Why would the little things concern us so much? Why would we bother? Why would we waste energy on worrying when we can just be? The writing is on the wall, not between the lines, the answers are obvious, there is no trick to it, it is plain and simple. Easy to discover, no dark secret about it, no lies told. You just grab tight and don?t let go. We let go. In the midst of love, something broke, despite us, in spite of us.