love is beautiful

i'm always striving to find those perfect words,
the right tools that will permit me to reach my heart
deep within the mystifying folds of infatuation,
of love.

but maybe,
it's only confusing if you believe it has to make sense.

maybe that's the beauty of it.
maybe that's what's worth living for.
maybe we wouldn't have it any other way.

after all, the bestest most intensely beautiful things in life are never susceptible to the bounds of human language. you can't package it neatly and keep it because it's too much for one person to keep all for themselves. don't you know? true beauty is only ever fleeting, and it must be shared, sustained by an undefinable joint experience.

so when you find yourself faced with that vague intense speechlessness, maybe it's a sign that what you're beholding is something truly beautiful.

and maybe you'll find yourself holding your breath,
hoping that maybe,
without each steady breath
regulating life like a metronome,
it won't realize time is still moving,
urging it along.
maybe it can be convinced that time has come to a stop,
and maybe,
just maybe,
it'll stop too.

or maybe it'll slip away,
just as fast as a breath passes between your lips.