Lovely Departure

Dark prose of love and death

Death. 
The mere whisper of that word creates chaos for some, longing for others. A five-letter word.

D E A T H.

Words hold meaning when a mind decides it is so. Can you imagine a world where another word held the same meaning?

Take a five-letter word and discard the fifth. 
Start it with an L and end it with an E. 
Add in an O and add in a V.

Love. 
Heart-stopping, palm-sweating, and making people faint. All the things that sit in love — death can easily make.

The bloody red organ that pumps to make you live. You can stop it at any second when you are in love or when you are dead. Excessive liquid drips from your palm, coupled with a tingling sensation in your stomach.

You lose your balance, falling into what? 
Love or death? Only the circumstances can tell. But not always, since you can fall in love first and later die. The second one is not so pleasant of a vibe, is it?

L O V E….D E A T H they are a symptomatic marriage of glee and torment wrapped into the chaotic bundle of life.

It is terrifying to think how love could be death and death could be love. But in the end, they both lead to the same grave or ashes.

Love is deadly.
Death is lovely.
What a conundrum this is.