Love is the power and force in this Universe.
Building walls, like mighty ants, against a storm
they fear, but never really know.
Marathon the fortifications of fear. Walls protecting from the rain of tear. The rain, the reign, the terror of tears.
Here you come. Born of, from, and with Love. Like blood, possessing more keys, hopes, dreams, etcetera, etcetra. Lips moving.
Time unfolds. Hopes and Dreams go missing. Becoming lost in stealthly sly searches of forgotten Faith. A familarity to Knowledge of who we are and why we once had Dreams. Knowledge to Hope to Dream again of Love.
When the Smoke of Emo clears there is a revelation within what is asunder; within the quiet slumber; within the violent thunder.
Off toward the flickering bello horizonte of All and nothingness, alas . . .
Love is letting go of fear.