Substituting Time

Someone recently told me
that time is like rubber,
and can be streched to any lenghts.
One can always find time.

Apart from that grim moment,
which we all seem to fear:
Death.
There is no cheating time there.

This may sound extremely cliché,
(I promise I will attempt to avoid such
melodramatic topics in the future),
but it is not my Death I fear.

There is a certain lonliness
in the Death of loved ones or even acquaintances,
which is not related to a clear fear of the dark.
It is just...Sad.

Such a simple word, sad,
with so many incredible emotions attached.
Such a simple word, love,
with so many positive emotions attached.

There is a reason for why I am afraid of Death:
The loss of loved ones.
But there is also a reason why I fear Love:
The loss of loved ones.

I cannot imagine life,
after a Love is lost.
The world would seem a "mighty stranger,"
as Emily Brontë once wrote in the cries of Cathy.

The fact is, that Love is not so sweet.
It resembles Fear.
It hides it's true colours behind
that infinitely beautiful crimson.

The destruction that is involved in Love!
Such a short, insignificant sounding word.
It finally rushes up to you,
and destroys everything you believe in.

It has the capacity of taking away Life.
It can simply devestate routine.
Become a hole with no visible bottom.
All little syndromes related to both Death and Love.

Is it but a coincidence that such strong words,
such significant events in our lives,
carry the same blatant loss and pain?
Are they truly so innocent in their similar patterns?

Maybe we should measure our lives in Love.
Replace Time, that messy little fact of "life",
with Love, which may guide us directly to
Death.

Let us thrive in the typically unsatisfying Love,
and have it all snached away,
by Love's great partner in crime,
the rapturous accomplice, Death.