equivocality.

Is it an impossible possibility to believe in eternity in this age and time?
Almost an unfunny contrary to what's happening to everyone else.
Similar to the inevitablity of a third world child suffering from malnutrition,
lovers lose their loved.
Caught on by everything else that starts to grip one by a cruel mistaken identity of psuedo-happiness,
can the strongest of love get you through?


How often do people ever belong to each other till the end of time?