Please, forgive me Gravity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Thoughts on Love, and how it resembles or truly is everything.

Submitted: November 18, 2014

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Submitted: November 18, 2014

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Please, forgive me Gravity

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Ab initio, my anatomy is placed in space in an infinite universe. Earth has life mesmerizingly sustained by nature. This entity, which I am, is as simple as molecules perfectly united in the perfectly designed paradigm. Of course, I may be much more than that, but it doesn't actually matter, for what does is what these parts as a whole perform. Reality took place, and throughout a precise T in this vast domain, I held onto the highest branch of a great redwood tree on planet Earth trying to figure out what to do next; not bound to my will, but to what was correct. Yet, what is right and what is left? If each may be the other if perceived in differing perceptions.

By laws of Gravity my mass of water and carbons is stuck against the base surrounding or below. The tricky part is, why? There are forces in this existence that we do not understand, yet they are the same ones that drive our Life, making us who we are and turning us into what we were born to be and do. The one single force I acknowledge deeply and reckon to catch a glimpse of understanding of is Love. Love might seem as something incomprehensible, but we can not live without it. Love is as simple as Life, for they are the same.

Within the fourth dimension I have grown to understand what I know, and so I met my Gravity, and comprehended that without it I would slip into oblivion, seizing to exist anywhere but in darkness. What keeps me bound to my base, whether I'm flowing in it or standing on it, is E=mc^2. Seemingly difficult to understand, it isn't; all we need to do is stay put and live. Live to stay on the ground, as redundant or ironic it may sound, and so you will ascend with Gravity at your side wherever you wish to go, with the one condition of becoming happy. Gravity equals Life. Life equals Love. Love equals Gravity. You are my Gravity. Thank you for pulling me towards my reasoning and heart; someday you will draw me upwards and we will venture together.

I am a rascal that jumps to lengthen our distance, fighting against what links me to grass and snow; instinctively I am fooled by fantasy. I am a monkey that climbs higher and foremost challenging the possible fall. Such as how Gravity is Life, it also means Death, giving us a count of days for when to surrender accounts to The Almighty. Precisely so, Death is Love. Know your lengths and stay on the ground, for why would you ever wish to oppose? At times, such as these, I could be blinded by the beauty of the stars and the magnificence of the cosmos stimulating myself to try to reach to no avail. ''Ad astra per aspera'', I would think within my light-headed mind. Then I look back and am certain there is nothing better. I'm coming down. I will forever follow you. You drive me; ergo, you are me. I try to forgive myself so please, forgive me Life. Please, forgive me my Love. Please, forgive me Gravity.


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