When love is not madness, it is not love. ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca
This is the story of two people and their ability to combat all obstacles to reach the final goal, the goal sanity insisted was only a dream. Against time, reality, governments and gods, and all other things that stand in the way of a chance. Against the chains and shackles of logic and reason that held them down in the dark. They kicked, screamed, and beat bloody fists and most of all, they fought. At times they even harmed themselves to deviate the pain which was consuming in its entirety- but they never stopped. For even pain, meant feeling. They would do anything to escape the numbness of accepting solidarity. With experience is living and they fed off that experience. When hope was hiding and all seemed lost with everything and everyone telling them to just turn back, they kept going. At times only able to keep on out of utter desperation against the fear of eternal loneliness. Confused so bad that up and down, left and right, black and white, and inside and out had no meanings, they went forward into the gray of the unknown. With no idea what the way was or how to get there or even what their destination was, they stuck together and continued. At most times unsure of sanity and uncaring, their souls were together. Most called it reckless and foolish. The others searched for understanding and found none. They were displeased for they could not comprehend the actions of these two. Why did they let themselves suffer so? They would never understand. Did they really feel it was worth it? The two knew. Yes, yes it was worth it, for they were content. Even in bitter agony, they were living, and they were content for they were together and would forever be so. How many others can say that of their lives?
This is the story of two people and their ability to combat all obstacles to reach the final goal, the goal sanity insisted was only a dream. Against time, reality, governments and gods, and all other things that stand in the way of a chance. Against the chains and shackles of logic and reason that held them down in the dark. They kicked, screamed, and beat bloody fists and most of all, they fought. At times they even harmed themselves to deviate the pain which was consuming in its entirety- but they never stopped. For even pain, meant feeling. They would do anything to escape the numbness of accepting solidarity. With experience is living and they fed off that experience. When hope was hiding and all seemed lost with everything and everyone telling them to just turn back, they kept going. At times only able to keep on out of utter desperation against the fear of eternal loneliness. Confused so bad that up and down, left and right, black and white, and inside and out had no meanings, they went forward into the gray of the unknown. With no idea what the way was or how to get there or even what their destination was, they stuck together and continued. At most times unsure of sanity and uncaring, their souls were together. Most called it reckless and foolish. The others searched for understanding and found none. They were displeased for they could not comprehend the actions of these two. Why did they let themselves suffer so? They would never understand. Did they really feel it was worth it? The two knew. Yes, yes it was worth it, for they were content. Even in bitter agony, they were living, and they were content for they were together and would forever be so. How many others can say that of their lives?