Something to ignore
Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 7:18 am
Not a poem, not a story, not a question.
Just something that was on my mind that I needed to share in some way.
Hearts are like MEHTUL.
When you are very very young, it is flimsy as foil. easily torn.
As you grow older, it is doubled over and tempered, over and over again.
When love mixes with it, the heart burns with passion, and becomes malleable.
but once the fire cools, it becomes very very brittle.
and if you try to bend it more... it breaks.
Eventually, the pieces are pushed back together, in a heaped mess of scrap MEHTUL.
but then... sometimes another fire starts. and the MEHTUL burns.
and it melts together again, to be folded and tempered.
and the cycle continues.
I'm not asking for anyone to comment, or to disprove it, or to agree or disagree. In fact I would much like no one to say weather or not the have any opinion at all. Just accept or deny it and continue what you were doing before reading it.
Just something that was on my mind that I needed to share in some way.
Hearts are like MEHTUL.
When you are very very young, it is flimsy as foil. easily torn.
As you grow older, it is doubled over and tempered, over and over again.
When love mixes with it, the heart burns with passion, and becomes malleable.
but once the fire cools, it becomes very very brittle.
and if you try to bend it more... it breaks.
Eventually, the pieces are pushed back together, in a heaped mess of scrap MEHTUL.
but then... sometimes another fire starts. and the MEHTUL burns.
and it melts together again, to be folded and tempered.
and the cycle continues.
I'm not asking for anyone to comment, or to disprove it, or to agree or disagree. In fact I would much like no one to say weather or not the have any opinion at all. Just accept or deny it and continue what you were doing before reading it.