The Field Of Ideas.....

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It never had anything to do with what the other didn't or did.....
Or how or what I felt....even though it hurt like hell....

All the ideas I had of love....

Or how it should or should not be.....

Specially never hurt like this !

Even though it was all included too.....

Till all the ideas I held....of love flew outa the window......

Yet we can only ever love an idea we have of another.....
Or an idea we have of ourself.....

Beyond the field of ideas.....
Even love doesn't exist....

Aaahhhhh.....it sure feels like love....this intuited unicity.....

But for the life of me I really can't put any name on it....

Nobody does....we...none of us know who or what it is we are...or capable of....the best and the worst....

And we'll never know.....

A situation or a mirror ....
Pops up an idea.....

And we're left gasping.....
With a wow.....or an oh shucks.....

I'm constantly surprised by it with myself....

And here I sit ready to blacken red headed Jimmy's eye....
And give him a bloody nose....
With a hefty left hook....
B*&@#!

Or at the least think about doing it.....

And there's a fine line between thinking of doing something....

And actually acting it out.....
That's when volition goes flying whoosh....
Outa the window....

And yet....here we are......
Love overflowing....