Some "esoteric" writing.
"Love... Such a fragile word for something that neither bends nor breaks. You imagine that it is fleeting. A flame easily snuffed by the winds of time. But love, is the marrow of eternity, even to those who think it's not real.
It burrows deep, and it carves hollows in your soul. Leaving threads of itself tangled in every corner of your being. These threads are not ornaments, but sinews. Binding to those who have touched the essence of what you are.
Some threads are gossamers soft as whispered secrets. Their pull so gentle you might mistake it for nothing at all. Others, are taught chords, knotted in pain, heartbreak. In the hollows love has made. Frayed with the strain of life times. They dig into us.
They make us bleed. Yet even in the bleeding they refuse to let you go. That is the paradox of love. It's tenderness, it's cruelty, it's inescapable truth. It pulls at us. No matter how far you drift no matter how deep you burry yourself, you've cursed it I know. We've went over it's weight.
But it is not our enemy. None of them are. These ties however heavy, are our map. Our compass. Our reckoning. They lead us not toward ruin but toward remembrance. Of the parts of yourself you may have left in others, and the parts of others that now live in you, do not fear them.
For they are the veins through which love flows. The hollows that love has made through you. And love, is never a mistake. Even when it wounds. For in the breaking, it remakes you. In the burning, it refines you. And when all else is dust and silence, these threads will remain. Gl owing faintly in the dark. The only proof that you have ever truly lived.
So, hold them close. Even the ones that hurt. Tend to them, even the ones that choke. They are not shackles but songs, melodies that echo through the vast eternal tapestry of what you are becoming. And when the day comes that you understand this, you will see that every thread, every tie, was love. Always love.
For these threads create ties, and these ties are your soul ties, and those soul ties are your love, and without the threads and ties, your soul will break."
"Love... Such a fragile word for something that neither bends nor breaks. You imagine that it is fleeting. A flame easily snuffed by the winds of time. But love, is the marrow of eternity, even to those who think it's not real.
It burrows deep, and it carves hollows in your soul. Leaving threads of itself tangled in every corner of your being. These threads are not ornaments, but sinews. Binding to those who have touched the essence of what you are.
Some threads are gossamers soft as whispered secrets. Their pull so gentle you might mistake it for nothing at all. Others, are taught chords, knotted in pain, heartbreak. In the hollows love has made. Frayed with the strain of life times. They dig into us.
They make us bleed. Yet even in the bleeding they refuse to let you go. That is the paradox of love. It's tenderness, it's cruelty, it's inescapable truth. It pulls at us. No matter how far you drift no matter how deep you burry yourself, you've cursed it I know. We've went over it's weight.
But it is not our enemy. None of them are. These ties however heavy, are our map. Our compass. Our reckoning. They lead us not toward ruin but toward remembrance. Of the parts of yourself you may have left in others, and the parts of others that now live in you, do not fear them.
For they are the veins through which love flows. The hollows that love has made through you. And love, is never a mistake. Even when it wounds. For in the breaking, it remakes you. In the burning, it refines you. And when all else is dust and silence, these threads will remain. Gl owing faintly in the dark. The only proof that you have ever truly lived.
So, hold them close. Even the ones that hurt. Tend to them, even the ones that choke. They are not shackles but songs, melodies that echo through the vast eternal tapestry of what you are becoming. And when the day comes that you understand this, you will see that every thread, every tie, was love. Always love.
For these threads create ties, and these ties are your soul ties, and those soul ties are your love, and without the threads and ties, your soul will break."
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