What else but love?

Maybe this is all a part of the awakening.

You kind of feel hurt
No one's said anything and the evening was quite alright
Ached into silence look around
Only the flowers and the leaves and the trees make sense

Everything else a din and meaningless cackle
Even laughter shrieks
as if cruel and mocking by nature

Just how it is.

Except when love elicits the laughter

Head falling back, Eyes closing
Silence and completeness

And you smile.