Maybe it is indescribable because you cannot manipulate it. It cannot be manipulated by words. Edited. Revised. Exaggerated. It simply is. It simply exists.
Maybe that is why it is so unattainable and so sought after. You cannot grasp it in your hand or hold it to your chest because it is simply a feeling, felt deep in your soul but it is just passing through. Soon it will be nothing but a sweet memory lost in the corner of your mind. It does not live. It's life span was quite short, just an experience. It does not live. It merely exists.
It doesn't have a creator. And that is why it belongs to no one. Fleeting from person to person. Each felt different, every experience unique. It cannot be felt the same twice. You cannot force it, just like you cannot make it come to you. It simply is.
It is like a flame. Held too close to your heart and you'll surely burn and have the scars to prove it. It can quickly become out of your control and it will run rampant. But it is quite beautiful to watch and you stand still to watch it all burn down, mesmerized by the flame of anguished love.
It is love. Simply put. Always exsisiting. Let it be.
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