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Valentine is. To me, however it doesn't represent anything. Why do lovers need a day to celebrate their love?

Does this qualify? Love all, serve all.

Maybe I am missing something here.

How shall it end?

I send you a cream-white rosebud with a flush upon its petal tips;...... - John Boyle O'Reilly

Regardless (of the end), it did inspire me to write something here today. The thought of it, of that beautiful flower, is so refreshing. AND it's image so clear. BUT nothing's free-flowing; as I am feeling more disturbed than inspired by an incident which is fulfiling and not right at the same time.

Perharps the feelings are linked...this not so right thing, and the feeling before. What I hope for at the moment is not so important. What I am experiencing is more important. And what exactly is that? That's what I have been telling all these while, that I am not too clear myself...

Now put yourself in this situation (Under the Bridge: RHCP). No ganja, just loneliness -

Under the bridge downtown I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown I gave my life away

Did I really forget? Or was it all a well-staged drama? Hehehehe...

Maybe I should see a psychiatrist.

Of Utopian

They attack every principle of existing society. Hence, they are full of the most valuable materials for the enlightenment of the working class. The practical measures proposed in them — such as the abolition of the distinction between town and country, of the family, of the carrying on of industries for the account of private individuals, and of the wage system, the proclamation of social harmony, the conversion of the function of the state into a more superintendence of production — all these proposals point solely to the disappearance of class antagonisms which were, at that time, only just cropping up, and which, in these publications, are recognised in their earliest indistinct and undefined forms only. These proposals, therefore, are of a purely Utopian character. - Communist Manifesto, Chapter 3

Heart-ache

Too much thinking is certainly no good for the heart. Don't ask too many "what if" questions..what if your heart stops in that process? - written out of context, hence the difference in font-style.

Parting's the cause. Not partying. And my heart weeps like a girl due to it. How much pain can it withstand? Wait...not pain, sadness. How much sadness can it withstand? Too unfortunate, sadness can't be measured. It can only be expressed. I think, black is an appropriate representation.

With a hand holding my chin, I look up, wondering, what went wrong. AND why are people always looking up when they are seeking for answers? A Higher Being, they say is above us. I don't doubt that. But at times, He is nothing but a Sadist.

At other times, He is a Healer. Through a creation of His, actually: Time.