The Complementary Mechanism
Apparently, Humour has a 'clandestine' affair with Pain, clandestine- is a hushed opinion, as good as the paparazzi’s interference. The lovers meet secretly but in the open, encircled by cosy zones, and cushions of comfort, sometimes crossing lines, perhaps to touch the horizon, to sing the chorus of their ascension, loud and clear, of the love that has it all. The cookies crumble, but are not heard on purpose, noise gives you the urge to purge and you act in accordance with your health to protect its wealth. In love, you may not be 'made for each other', but all that matters is the unifying power that you have when you are together. ©songbriti