It wasn't desperation, couldn't be desperation that makes me act.
It wasn't confusion, couldn't be confusion that makes me wait.
It wasn't masochism, couldn't be masochism that makes me hold on.
The thoughts swirl and mix. Chemistry of the brain the scientists will call it. This gland secretes this fluid, and the reaction is love. This gland releases this hormone, and the change is lust. This enzyme is allowed to run free in your brain, and it manufactures hate. So very simple is it, in the end the things that power a being to move. So very simple.
Your brain sends this signal, and your heart rate speeds up. Your synapses process this change, and respond to make your sweat glands react. This reaction takes away from another, and your mouth goes dry. This dryness triggers a response that dilates your eyes. The process for fear takes movement from your limbs. The fluid secreted to minimize your movement and maximize your senses. Your senses expand making everything clearer. Sense of taste, smell, sensation, hearing, even sight to tell the brain how next to respond. What fluid to secrete. What enzyme to release. What sense to expand. What action to take next. It's all a biological process that is easy to explain. Why you feel the way you do.
Why do I feel the way that I do? What process triggers that? What fluid is released and secreted? What change has happened to cause this to occur? Where did this start? Not from a thought, not from a moment, no stimulation on my part. It was the other one that started this. What did they do to inject such intensity. Why with a look can the world shift on its axis?
The science explains nothing. Instead just confirms my madness. It's incomplete this definition. Without a proper point of entry. The big bang theory on love. It just happened without an impetus without a cause. There has to be another place, another wall; a path we haven't seen. There has to be another channel another space that we can't perceive.
It wasn't desperation, couldn't be desperation
It wasn't confusion, couldn't be confusion
It wasn't masochism, couldn't be masochism
Does the oxygen in the air thin when they arrive? The levels of carbon dioxide become greater, and takes away from the air quality. Maybe they exude a pheromone that causes my tongue to swell. Perhaps they have altered my gravity setting off an unerring chain reaction in my head; the brain seeks to protect itself from the heightened levels. Too much iron in their blood causing a magnetic response. Water, of course, they have lower or higher levels of water in their system. The hydrogen makes me light headed. It is a volatile element always on the brink of exploding.
Nonsense, foolish tripe, driveling nonsense. The elements don’t react that way. The human form is not only a body. It is a body, connected to a controlling conscious mind driven by an unseeable unphantomable force called a spirit. I would reason that while the body is ruled by the mind, and the mind has made itself a slave to reason, this spirit knows nothing of logic. Logic this construct of man to give reason focus, and to relegate emotion to fantasy. Something to sometimes indulge, but never take too seriously. After all it bears no true weight and meaning. And yet it explains all else that logic can't.
It wasn't desperation
It wasn't confusion
It wasn't masochism
I must call it madness. That's what any sensible human being calls it when it doesn't have a logical explanation. Only that which is logical is sane. Correct. . It wasn't... Correct, logic is the only true answer. In logic is reason, and reason has justification, reason has . . . It wasn't . . . has the essence of life. We have created so much on the back of reason. . .It wasn't ..love is just this fanciful idea. It's a theoretical theological myth. . . It wasn't . . . love doesn't happen this way in an instant. It is cultivated over time, between two people with a wealth of common goals and interests and they. . . It wasn't . . love each other because it's practical and beneficial. That thing was just a chemical response, physiology and such . . . it wasn't. . .love. It wasn't love, how could it be love. How could it be love?
How could it be anything but love?
It wasn't confusion, couldn't be confusion that makes me wait.
It wasn't masochism, couldn't be masochism that makes me hold on.
The thoughts swirl and mix. Chemistry of the brain the scientists will call it. This gland secretes this fluid, and the reaction is love. This gland releases this hormone, and the change is lust. This enzyme is allowed to run free in your brain, and it manufactures hate. So very simple is it, in the end the things that power a being to move. So very simple.
Your brain sends this signal, and your heart rate speeds up. Your synapses process this change, and respond to make your sweat glands react. This reaction takes away from another, and your mouth goes dry. This dryness triggers a response that dilates your eyes. The process for fear takes movement from your limbs. The fluid secreted to minimize your movement and maximize your senses. Your senses expand making everything clearer. Sense of taste, smell, sensation, hearing, even sight to tell the brain how next to respond. What fluid to secrete. What enzyme to release. What sense to expand. What action to take next. It's all a biological process that is easy to explain. Why you feel the way you do.
Why do I feel the way that I do? What process triggers that? What fluid is released and secreted? What change has happened to cause this to occur? Where did this start? Not from a thought, not from a moment, no stimulation on my part. It was the other one that started this. What did they do to inject such intensity. Why with a look can the world shift on its axis?
The science explains nothing. Instead just confirms my madness. It's incomplete this definition. Without a proper point of entry. The big bang theory on love. It just happened without an impetus without a cause. There has to be another place, another wall; a path we haven't seen. There has to be another channel another space that we can't perceive.
It wasn't desperation, couldn't be desperation
It wasn't confusion, couldn't be confusion
It wasn't masochism, couldn't be masochism
Does the oxygen in the air thin when they arrive? The levels of carbon dioxide become greater, and takes away from the air quality. Maybe they exude a pheromone that causes my tongue to swell. Perhaps they have altered my gravity setting off an unerring chain reaction in my head; the brain seeks to protect itself from the heightened levels. Too much iron in their blood causing a magnetic response. Water, of course, they have lower or higher levels of water in their system. The hydrogen makes me light headed. It is a volatile element always on the brink of exploding.
Nonsense, foolish tripe, driveling nonsense. The elements don’t react that way. The human form is not only a body. It is a body, connected to a controlling conscious mind driven by an unseeable unphantomable force called a spirit. I would reason that while the body is ruled by the mind, and the mind has made itself a slave to reason, this spirit knows nothing of logic. Logic this construct of man to give reason focus, and to relegate emotion to fantasy. Something to sometimes indulge, but never take too seriously. After all it bears no true weight and meaning. And yet it explains all else that logic can't.
It wasn't desperation
It wasn't confusion
It wasn't masochism
I must call it madness. That's what any sensible human being calls it when it doesn't have a logical explanation. Only that which is logical is sane. Correct. . It wasn't... Correct, logic is the only true answer. In logic is reason, and reason has justification, reason has . . . It wasn't . . . has the essence of life. We have created so much on the back of reason. . .It wasn't ..love is just this fanciful idea. It's a theoretical theological myth. . . It wasn't . . . love doesn't happen this way in an instant. It is cultivated over time, between two people with a wealth of common goals and interests and they. . . It wasn't . . love each other because it's practical and beneficial. That thing was just a chemical response, physiology and such . . . it wasn't. . .love. It wasn't love, how could it be love. How could it be love?
How could it be anything but love?
