Life's Love-Story

Life is a love-story

between Chaos and Order.

Now, whether or not they know that

is an entirely different story.

It's almost like, they can't know

or the plot devices fall apart

because what fun is a romantic tale

without some issues to overcome?

Is it not the conflicts

and the journeys overcoming them

that makes a narrative

interesting enough to watch?

Lifetime's movies seem to think so,

but as the cliché goes,

"Things are cliché for a-"

well, you know.

But sometimes a story can breed skepticism-

stereotypical, yet hollow anecdotes.

Order doesn't trust it

when things are too good to be true.

It knows the patterns of schemes.

Yet within structure there grows

a certain sense of monotony

and your hands begin to ache

for the spontaneity,

the anomalous spark.

Chaos, with its lack of systems,

well its only use

comes from order.

Order is the only thing

that can make sense of chaos.

Without it, Chaos remains unread,

unheard, un-understood,

screaming in languages no one speaks

until Order translates.

And they are the only ones

who fully know the other

by being everything the other is not-

the way a wet, concrete sidewalk

gets to intimately shape a footprint

that took a wrong step-

every curvature

and the amount of weight it takes

to drive such depth,

the concrete knows every angle

and creates a concave reflection.

They dance together for eternity

until time no longer exists

so that they can start the clock once again

letting the love-story resume.