lonely love, lying love, belittled love

We lifted love, leaving love to be left alone, leased, and belittled.

We misunderstood love, misleading its content and leaving it to lack content.

We left it to loom and lounge as it faded into a lore.

love plunged in to luxury, lust, and lies.

The language lost, we left love to go as a lore, leaving love to lament and lag because we chose to hold no more liabilities for love, we caused ourselves to lack life and feel little.

Older generations labored to learn love so deeply, it was the lubricant to living life leisurely and delightfully.

And our generation, we liberated love from its language and fluctuated into our slang.

We lunged love far away, the search for love would leave us only longing for something deeper and deeper for times without ends, and empty rhymes without mends.

Love... We chose not to be liable for it, leaving us to be lone wolves, to linger to through life, while looking for living things to live off of, love... tis fictional.







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A spent night is when the sky silhouettes everything in darkness.
The only light that remains to satisfy is the thought of comforts and security.
Without distractions, without tangents.
A solid thought that is not independent of the world,
but instead comforts the heart and warms the soul that our little world is whole.
Our eyes always see the weakness, the flaws, the things that kill a hope for the world so softly,
like a small doubt that grows as long as it continually to glow until it has consumed and countered.
But this is an established night.
A foundation that remains unrocked until the eyes fall deeply and the body slumbers at this finale. Soul deeply. So deeply.

Nature breathes cold breaths.
Cold nights with stars bright.
The moon, she shines with prominence, with such light.
Mother's touch is so gentle, this nature.
A gentleness that this grass has developed, has enveloped, into my skin.
So soft that it willows, it sways forth and back.
Swayed, I must say. To stay, until the Sun gives a new day.

How lovely has this night been.
I spew my infatuation to this nature.
Of this nature that continues to give.
To give a day to spend and a night to ascend.
Ascend into the ground of this nature, I stay. I'll stay.

I stare at this paper. It's incomprehensible, because I can't read my cultural language, but it mentions some thing about my health care status, I believe. I might of lost my health care, but it's dated from December of 07. It still remains as a concern. It concerns me, not because I might lose my own health care, but my parents might lose it.

We argue about Universal Health Care and how it would degrade the quality of medicine. Some of us are in the sixteen percent without health care. I wonder if people are willing to sacrifice a little more to have this sixteen percent included, even if it takes down the quality of medicine a notch or two.

Gas, medicine, living. It's all getting too expensive to live here.