The pain is an illusion all else is real

Love the elixer of life the poison of souls.

An ode to the disaster thats waiting to happen at some time to everyone , and the repurcussions that remain after its all over .

I have lived a blessed life , beauty and good friendship has usually graced me , wherever Iv gone. For the past three years though its been different life has been tough living isolated , from them or rather just getting fleeting glimpses, has made me different in strange ways , in ways that i dont even think of. Yet sometimes a question arises which needs answering, and it has happened again. And that is when i return back to normality .

No im not in love not this time , that seems to allude me for some strange reason and to tell u the truth im mostly happy for it. Cause love gives tremendous pain, but then i still think its one of the most important feelings to exprerience , its something that makes us complete. I have left so many halfs behind now , that i woneder what exists of me , and yet in strange moments of sunlight , under strange constalations i see myself more complete than i could ever be , having best of what i wanted from them .

I cant really say all endings are happy , i cant even say that everything will be ok or the pain goes away , it dose become duller and you to tend to forget it at times , but then it comes back in strange places under strange circumstances to wake you up in the middle of the night but then it is sweeter.

And then you wait for it to happen again , for that sweet memmory to become reality again and at times it does at times it dosent . But it dosent matter in the end cos life dose turn full circle.