Sentimental Thoughts

The perfect love is never ending, always forgiving and, ever enduring all possibilities life gives them. It is a type of love that completes your soul. It is blessed from the heavens above. You grow as a couple until your souls become united as one. Through this love, there isn't a problem that can't be overcome. This kind of love is created out of a pristine balance of two hearts bonding. It requires total trust, complete communication and pure honesty to unify these hearts and souls as one. Without all of these you'll never have a perfect love. When two people come together to create this undying love, the rest of your lives are as special as the first day you met your perfect love.

Ivan Mannan
Jan. 26, 2003

 

A Wandering Soul

A wandering soul is ever searching, never knowing for what, just searching. Always in need of fulfilment, but never finding anything to fill the vast emptiness. Every day the emptiness keeps growing thicker until it consumes the entire essence of this person. Traveling through its time here on earth, never understanding why the loneliness keep following behind, never subsiding. Just when it believes the emptiness is beginning to fill with reassurance that there is an end to this blackness, always getting ripped away once more. Leaving a hole more immense than before. Is there any hope in ever finding happiness in a world of pain and cruelty? Always searching, never finding.

Ivan Mannan
Feb. 01, ‘03

 

Pain

Pain is all around you, always searching for a way inside you're heart. Never giving up, constantly ripping away at your soul. Just when you think you have found happiness and contentment, pain comes in and destroys everything. This is something that is unavoidable, always reoccurring at the happiest points in time. Never caring about the person it's attacking. So ruthless and unsympathetic when it sets in, laughing in your face and tearing your heat into pieces, never giving you a chance to find out what true happiness feels like. Always stealing a piece of you when it leaves, just to come back again to devastate you once more. Always there to keep you in its grasps, never fully releasing your heart. Pain is always destroying everything you love and care about. There is no escaping the heartless destructiveness of this dark presence we know as Pain.

Ivan Mannan
Feb. 01, ‘03