It’s strange isn’t it? The feeling of love, it is like both, the medicine and also the illness. It is the solution and question, it is the one feeling that ties the world together and breaks it up. It is the feeling that keeps me loyal to my friends, it is the feeling that keeps me respectful to my teachers and parents. It is the feeling that keeps us from inflicting pain but it doesn’t stop us from feeling pain. I don’t believe that love is painless; I believe that love is maybe the most painful feeling. Without love why would you cry over losing someone, without love why would you feel jealousy?
Love is like fire, it’s entrancing to watch, it’s beautiful and powerful but let it get out of hand. Stop paying attention to it and it will burn everything and on the other hand if you let the flame fizzle out then it is dead and the beauty and uniqueness of that flame is gone.
Romantic love is one that is unknown to me but also so familiar. The feeling of love is like a distant memory or a fading dream. The feeling is like one that is tied to the most sensitive part of me using the most frail of strings. It is a feeling I have never experienced but somehow I know it, somehow I feel my mind get light and I smile for no possible reason. Somewhere in my mind I feel love, not strong enough for me to grab onto and preserve but it is present. It is present like the first notes of a song or the fist syllables of a poem.
-It is there just enough to make my heart hurt and to make my mind wait.
“Even though a blade or a cut isn’t an answer, it is an escape.
The only problem is that this escape leads me to pain and I don’t want pain right now.
I want to be numb, to kind of forget and to just be.
I don’t want to live for a while, I just want to be.”
-i simply don’t want to think for a while as thinking means living and living means pain.
“Yes I think I’m in love with the idea of love,
I think I’m in love with having someone to hold,
someone to write love for,
someone to spoil and adore,
I think I’m in love with what love is”
-and maybe someday i’ll find to love as much as I love the idea of love
” “Hey little girl where are you going?”
asked her mother.
“Hey little girl what are you doing?”
asked her father.
“Hey little girl who do you think you are?”
“I’m going on my journey.”
she said to her mother.
“I’m going to find my own way.”
she said to her father.
“I am one amongst many.”
“I am a bird flying against the wind.”
“I am an inferno that will burn through you.”
“I am a force you cannot control.”
she warned society.
“Be careful little girl.”
advised her mother.
“Watch your feet little girl.”
advised her father.
“You will never reach there.”
“You can’t stop me.”
she said, her voice still strong.
“I will do it.”
her voice now quivering.
“Please let me do it.”
her voice now small.
“Why can’t I do it?”
her voice now afraid.
“Take my hand little girl, we’ll do it together.” ”
“I don’t believe in good behavior.
I believe in knowing the difference between right and wrong.
I believe in mutual respect for all people.
I don’t believe in excessive restrictions and ropes that ties one down.
I believe in wings and flight and freedom.”
-so ya go ahead and give me my zero for conduct
“Photographs are a symbol of forever,
People change and memories fade but a photo is forever.
As long as it is intact,
That moment in time,
The feeling experienced only then,
It’s all captured forever in the photograph.
Maybe the person has gone and the place has been torn down,
The photograph remains and in it remains that day.”