Why is this relevant when everything else comes to an end?
Why does beauty have to be so scarce in perspective and rare in emotion?
Shifting paradigms kinda gives us another view on the world but doing so is something that we're afraid of doing.... change is still today, although the millenniums of learning, a difficulty or a hard step to take towards a better future. Even knowing that without that step no future would arise the step and it's difficulty is something that really amazes me. The clinging feeling one has when there is something we either consider beautiful enough to keep and hold or the sensation of understanding it brings to oneself is something that continues to baffle me and confuse both perspective and desires...

Emotion is an ocean...
It can go on forever,
Or end abruptly upon shore...
It can hold your breath in fear,
Or open your mouth in aw,
While the sunsets are imprinted forever,
And the stars reflected on it's calm...
Emotion is an ocean...
I feel it around me as I plunge,
It embraces and comforts me...
But it also spins me around,
And tosses me a shore as broken shell...
The ocean is your life,
And I'm the sand that kisses your seas,
The stone who awaits your arrival with the tide,
The moon for your sun,
The flame for our fire...