When I was a young un and love was seldom mentioned, not for the fear of it, but just because the venacular was seldom embraced.... love was something you witnessed in movies. Even then it was seldom without repercussions as the aftershock usually resonated through generations. Black and white, without embracing any rainbow.
So love was a word that went in the corners. Never mentioned, oftentimes it got a a brief appearance not as starring role but more of a mention like,... "alright see ya then" .
A blossoming love was often left to wither just when it could have been turned toward the sun. A casual walk home just because there was no room in the car, a friend interrupting at the wrong time when you were just about to say your piece. No no that peace curtailed your mind, the 'Piece de Resistence" the oh that would have shocked the whole room to silence.
Now that silence is broken, broken by the shattered sounds of tickly. Is it laughter? Maybe maybe Knot.
Or is it stomach.. Enough for the mind to go on.
But where to now? Or is there a Now? Only laughter that never dies and love, love that has finally come to loom.
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