The snowball theory of love
The empheral, indefectible, all-consuming, yet not entirely definable feeling of love has always portrayed itself to me as very uncannily similar to a snowball. The delicacy of the individually unique snowflakes is comparable to the immense spectrum of analagous human emotion, and the interplay within this fateful bond. The conscionable process of packing the the minute slivers of ice though subliminal, is highly methodical, almost innate. Too much pressure, or conversely, too little undeliberately demolishes the potential for this perfectly concentric sphere; similarly, the hope for a state of being that transcends all that is tangible. All that is left amiss, a pool of tearful droplets, snow once melted by the warmth of touch, of drowning sorrow for once was and what could have been.
posted by Sheila @ 1/18/2005 07:44:00 AM
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