A short piece of poetic writing.

The emotion is suspended in the vast sea of time, like a miniscule dot existing in a lost corner of the universe. A year long moment in a human life can be defined by a single feeling, appearing and disappearing in a matter of seconds. As we rush along the jungles and forests, dive down the waterfalls and soar up into the infinite vastness of space, our emotions compose our lives and show us the true reality of a moment. They are beings in themselves; they flourish in friendship and love and tell us where we are in our journey. Their power will ruin and make us, hold on to our deepest desires and pass themselves on through waves of music, words and even the tiniest actions.

The burning passion or hatred of a human being can speak louder than the whole universe itself, it can scream at indifference and weave us elegantly through existence. Chemical explosions fabricated in red-painted seas bubbling away under a corium, essentially indifferent yet the height of existence to something greater, is this love? The glass showcase of life dilutes the soul, but the hypogeum of death gives it no light. Expostulate this erudite biological notion and it will never be explained, it is above human intellect and draped in the chains of concealed canticle. This is the garrulity of greater beings.