“Conflict”

What happens when an unstoppable force meets and unmovable object?

Conflict.
Friction.
In other words,
Passion.

If you meet someone who readily absorbs you, you are lost.
If you meet someone who naturally repels you, you’re already gone.

When you meet someone who is unmovable, yet moved… unstoppable, yet stops… untouchable, who touches you…

Conflict.
Friction.
In other words,
Passion.

It’s no mystery why we never find ground; I change and you float. There’s no room for comfort in any of the three stages of the water that fills up the all the oceans.

There’s also
no comfort
in

Conflict.
Friction.
In other words,
Passion.

What a fool I was to ever seek concrete in the sand. What a fool I was to ever look for foundation in the water. You are breeze, and I am tide, and between us, we are sea. We never rest. You blow and I break, I ebb and you recede, I crash and you rip, and I reach and you bleed and it’s
so
fucking
beautiful

but it’s not
easy

it’s

Conflict.
Friction.
In other words,
Passion
that ultimately
breeds
All that’s worth having
and all that gives reason
for
anyone
to breathe.

It’s conflict
which gives life to understanding
It’s friction
Which gives light to
the paths
In other words,
It’s passion
which makes us
human
beings

Ashley Wylde
June 12th, 2015

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