I'd like to say that I'm full of love, and can give my love to all those who deserve it. I've come to notice though, that real love, not the superficial misuse of a divine gift we all know today, can only be inspired by love itself. Like an artist, writer, musician I need inspiration. Like Shakespeare might have said, I need my muse. How does one aquire such "inspiration"? The search for it seems redundant, as it contradicts the true meaning of it all. I dont know...
Do you?
Show me my inspiration and I'll show you a world of truth, accompanied by a vibrant warmth of emotional wholeness and balance. Is anyone ready for such a promise, keep in mind, tis not one of the empty kind.
Strange enough there's only one person who may read this and feel its true meaning. It's a call to arms, in the sense of true satisfaction, ultimately set equal to the extreme "love".
You know who I mean. Yes you.
Write me with your thoughts, indulge with me in this wonderfully complex paradoxal fixx we call life!
-krambumbulliwanmusk-
Do you?
Show me my inspiration and I'll show you a world of truth, accompanied by a vibrant warmth of emotional wholeness and balance. Is anyone ready for such a promise, keep in mind, tis not one of the empty kind.
Strange enough there's only one person who may read this and feel its true meaning. It's a call to arms, in the sense of true satisfaction, ultimately set equal to the extreme "love".
You know who I mean. Yes you.
Write me with your thoughts, indulge with me in this wonderfully complex paradoxal fixx we call life!
-krambumbulliwanmusk-