People talk about love as if it's a bad thing,
That your heart will end up being broke.
They think that love is a bad thing,
Yet they only see one side of love.
They only see the devastating,
Aftermath, the world crumbling.
They only feel the heartbreaking
Wrench in their soul.
No-one sees love as a good thing,
That your heart will end up whole.
No-one thinks love is a good thing,
They never see the true meaning of love.
Love is like the coming of souls -
The union of life.
Love is like the heavens above -
An Angel by your side.
The feeling when you get lost
In his eyes;
Is love.
The feeling that the world has just stopped
Before you;
Is love.
The feeling that everything disappears
Around you;
Is love.
The feeling of butterflies which suddenly appears
Within you;
Is love
Now after reading Milton's Paradise Lost, I have come to the conclusion that when Judgment Day is upon us, I wish to go to Hell. It may seem that this is the worst possible choice that a person can make but I can't bring myself to care.
Milton says that it's very quiet in Heaven. The word "silent" is repeated several times. The heavenly choir is there, but it is mute. It seems that is all a bit too perfect even for Milton to describe.Everyone is standing around just looking at God:
"From his sight received/Beatitude past utterance" (Book 3, l.62)
And for this reason, why go to Heaven if there is no passion, no noise, just peace and quiet. Didn't God say that in Heaven we can have anything yet people are just standing like statues.
I'd rather go to hell and live in a state of pandemonium. Where I can feel passion and have fantastical conversations.
It's quiet days like these that make me ponder, how much life is valuable each day and to one another.
I was told once that a life stolen, is another life gained. Or for every every death, there is a birth. But why are the good ones taken, are the bad ones born?
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