Deciding The Category Love Belongs to
As much as I would love to say, heart, his literary brother brain prevents me from doing so. Well, biologically, he is right. So, I am helpless. The heart is an organ which pumps blood throughout thy body, says Google.
Love. It’s the purest emotion. And I am still unclear on the word choice right there. Why is it pure? Why can’t it be the most beautiful one? Why can’t it be the most emotional one? I am finding it extremely difficult to adjust with pure.
Well, as a Science student, let me consider the scientific aspect of pure. A pure substance is something that contains only one type of particles, again says Google. And upon derivating, we can conclude that it might not hold anything else but love. No hatred. No anger. No distress. No sadness. Nothing else but love. Now that makes some sense.
But now, as a human, let me consider the experience side of love. I have found most of my friends to be lovers. Yes, I am a teenager. And quite wonderfully, I found a mixture of emotions in every one of them. So, Science seems to collide with Psychology here. Now, this is taking forever. So let’s try to conclude, shall we not?
So, we have considered various aspects of love. And each one of those gave us different answers. So, let’s conclude that love is related to a very famous expression in Mathematics. It is not defined. More correctly, it is for you to find.
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l o v e
love comes from the vast space,
the ever-expanding sky,
the infinite universe
love is the element
that you never see
on the charts
love is a poisonous gas
that portrudes from dying stars
love makes its way
into the oxygen,
affecting unsuspecting victims
nobody is safe
from the toxins
love is as old
as the first living thing
as the first beating heart
as the first “I love you”
love is not meant to be understood
love is not a human concept
love is beyond mere earth
love comes from
everything and anything;
as infinite and impure as the universe itself,
as old as the first dying star
Love came from
I love you, I said
Where your love came from? he asked.
From where? What should I say?
From bottom of my heart?
From my mind?
From my brain or every cells in my body?
Dunno. Where it came from acutally.
I looked at his eyes.
It doesn’t matter, I just love you.
It DOES matter. He emphasised.
Does it?
Okay, fine. Forget it. I sighed.
He smiled, then embraced me.
Hey, I love you too. He whispered into my ear.
I pulled him away.
Now where YOUR love came from, I shouted.
He smiled again.
I NEED THE ANSWR, I screamed.
Wanna know that.
My love, it came from you. Not at the very first galance.
But day after day, little by little it came from you.
I love you because the love I want it came from you.
CAME FROM ME? That doesn’t make sense.
He pinched my cheek. That does.
Love came from the persons or things that make us to fall in love with them.
If love came from my self, I would’ve love anything.
But it doesn’t work like that.
For me, love came from YOU.
Where does “love” come from?
This ancient feeling which wraps its soft arms around each individual and lights their
heart up with it’s bright, beautiful charms?
Love, like stars, comes in many forms,
it burns differently for each person
and it helps guide them through storms
Love comes from meeting a girl on orientation day
“I love you glasses!” She says, giving me a smile
“And I love your hair!” I happily exclaim
As we sit down for lunch, our life stories spill out
never before I had felt so comfortable with another
never before had I stopped feeling anxious doubts
We converse like we’re friends of long standing
except I have never met this girl in my life
our connection transcends all understanding
Love comes from meeting three more people,
with their fantastical and kind imaginations
having them in class made me gleeful
I’d get dinner with two of them after class
we complain about art school and the horrible food
but we’d smile and laugh at our own creative sass
Love comes from introducing everybody I met to each other
like a puzzle waiting to be solved, the last piece found its home
now we were all happily stuck with one another
Two more came into our chaotic little group
both humorous and wonderfully creative
it felt like we finally found our troupe
Love comes from staying up until three in the morning
our drawing assignments are due first thing at eight
but we’re too busy goofing off and ignore the warning
The ice cold Michigan days bite at our poorly covered skin
but that doesn’t stop us from awkwardly waltzing
to our favorite bubble tea shop with big grins
Friday’s are reserved for us to grab real food
the restaurants in Detroit serve us with more,
with stupid memories and perfect moods
They showed me what platonic love feels like
what it means to have best friends and
never have our conversations turn into fights
Ah, romantic love, how could I forget?
after all, it’s what everyone anticipates, they
impatiently wait for exactly what they expect
Except, this love comes differently than it is told
the rush of a first date feels electrifying in almost the worst way
but then later this feeling fades into the cold
Comfort replaces the anxiousness in my stomach
he squeezes my hand as we look at different paintings
we both decided on the art museum, even if it was sudden
He understands my political beliefs, he shares mine
how wonderful it feels to not have to fight my case
to speak intelligently without the male ego to whine
Then there is the infamous, awaited first kiss
it was sweet and awkward, as a first time should
but then he pulled away and smiled, what perfect bliss
Love comes from the ethereal ability to listen and play music
Vivaldi and Chopin fills my soul with burning passion
that sets my imagination aflame, so beautifully therapeutic
Saint-Saens and Debussy inspire humor and simple beauty
the perfection and imperfection of humanity
in their work is amazingly graceful and unruly
But what about the way my body feels electrified
when I play music and hear the melody and harmonies
create a symphony of sound which is amplified
By my need to hear the compositions again and again
to feel that flame ignite in my chest and envelop
my very being until there is nothing left.
Love comes from drawing cubes for three weeks
my lines are shaky and my perspective is questionable
but by December my lines are straight and charcoal coats my cheeks
I finally finished my very first animation
I drew out about 12 frames to make a ball bounce
then I played my video back and almost fell over from elation
I was careful to draw in proper weight and physics
as I watched the ball bounce on repeat I laughed
I did it, I broke out of my forced oppressive limits
I faced judgment and laughter for my college choice
wasn’t I wasting my life pursing animation?
no, I knew because watching a my ball bounce made me rejoice
Love comes from watching interviews with
animators, composers, and film directors,
imagining yourself there not as a myth
But as a fellow creative with something to give,
knowing I too am offered a seat at the table for my work
these studios are where I’d finally get to live
Love comes from the warm, familiar feeling of colleagues
walking in everyday and seeing their happy but exhausted faces
showing off their work, trying to become somebodies
Everyday I’m glad I didn’t wait and go elsewhere
I am the luckiest person alive to work with my friends
don’t worry, you guys, there’s room for all of us out there
Love comes from writing stories that uplift others
and from writing my emotions begging to burst
out of me and show the world my wonders
So what about this ancient feeling that’s wrapped
it’s soft arms around me and lit up my heart
with its bright, beautiful charm?
Love, like stars, comes in many different forms
it burns differently for each person
so make sure to bask in its warmth
They Say
You will find love someday.
They say.
But how do I know that’s true?
They do.
How do I find it then?
I begin.
Love’s not how but where.
They share.
Then tell me where.
They stare.
Love is in nature where man walks on earth.
The flowers that bloom
give the love to the bees
who travel around
and give it to trees.
The trees send it off
in the breeze through the leaves.
The birds high above
take it up like a dove
to place in their nest
and keep it their best.
While the rest of the love
is breathed by creatures below,
the poor fish in the sea
get the left overs for free.
And we,
we get it from all the above,
the flowers that bloom
and the bees and the trees,
the bird in the sky
and the creatures who do not fly,
and the fish down below
spare the little they can,
to give us the love that we don’t understand.
That is where you will find love someday.
They say.
And I know they are right.
Pieces
Connection comes from atoms,
Far out in the cosmos,
Splitting like glass,
Imploding,
Becoming something bigger than itself,
And that's how all love,
Platonic, family, romantic,
That's how it came to be,
So when you go through life,
Feeling a pull in your chest towards something right,
It is the atom coming back together,
Coming back to make something beautiful.