It almost seems as if the last few posts have been inspired ever since I’ve gotten into a relationship, but no. I’ve just been having some things on my mind and the recent undulating of my emotions has me extra expressive.
Love conquers nothing.
It is stronger than nothing. It solves nothing. It excuses nothing. It literally is only there to make you superficially happy and has no other purpose.
Ooh…the glumness of that statement.
You ever just need a couple of days? Just a couple to yourself. When something comes and knocks you off your delicate balance in your head. That something that pulls you outside of your body and you’re left looking at your shell, your insides spilling all over the floor with no hope of containment. You know what messes you up the most like that? Love.
Yeah, I don’t know what to do anymore.
Love is not something I hand out easily. It takes a whole lot to trust enough to be able to let my guard down and expose my soft interior. My love is a degree even further beyond that. So far away that “on the horizon” doesn’t apply here. Unreachable by any conceivable means, but when you hit it…it’s more the impact to myself that I have to brace myself for. Continue Reading
I pose a question. I seek an answer.
Do you have your answer?
Do you have the answer?
“..baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me. No more.”
Tell me that song isn’t a classic.
But what is love? What is this abstractly defined and experienced state of being that so many people claim and so many people deny? How does it coerce the most extreme and unpredictable actions out of a person? Why does it give us such life?
Why does it hurt so bad? Continue Reading
“If we can love someone so much, how will we be able to handle it one day when we are separated? And if being separated is a part of life, and you know about separation well, is it possible that we can love someone and never be afraid of losing them? Is it possible that we can live our entire life without loving at all?’ – Mew, The Love of Siam
Life has decided to remind me, in the form of a text Monday night, of the impermanence of those close to me. I live with a very tight circle of loved ones around me. I live in that circle because it is invulnerable to the outside world. I live in that circle because my obliviousness to its vulnerability makes me feel safe and have no worries about them.
But I was reminded that my forced denial can be instantly blown apart.