Submissions by inductionloop

Looking down from the star lit sky at the embers of our existence,
Traced out by an amber neural network, a stream of filaments, a fence to keep the dark at bay, a molten river of tamed electrons that stretches out into the horizon sublimely disguising the manner of our cluttered lives.

Love is a funny thing isn't it?,
sometimes its exciting, passionate, warm and enigmatic, hewn from benevolent emotion.
Sometimes its rancourous and recondite, full of shadowy soliloquy.
What could possible be derived from such a Machiavellian sentiment but,
like the storm that gives way to a blue sky love is always in a state of flux,
a chameleon with a panoply of disguises, always ready to surprise or divide us.
But through immeasurable forces of attraction and devotion we abide.