Sometimes, I don't want to care, I don't want to feel. But I do dammit. I want to try and play it nonchalant and let it pucker along but it's just not me. I don't like to waste my time. I don't like to give my feelings to the undeserving, and it is unnerving when I can't figure out if that is the case. After a certain amount of time, I wonder. Are you that everything? That sun that shines giving me my glow, or a black hole sucking me into unknown places that are dark, deep and nonreturnable? Be anything but that hard to notice black hole. Hard to notice until you're too close and it is too late.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
A thought on love...
Okay, so I'm starting this up again to purge my mind somewhere and heal. A thought on love...
To truly love is to put your whole self into something or someone. You even put yourself into things that others can't witness but the energy is there. No one can know how much of your being is into it, not even you. Until, later when the love is gone, and pieces are missing. Pieces that you forgot where they were put. Pieces lost in the atmosphere, only preserved there. Floating. And pieces of you replaced by, foreign objects. "This is not me", you whisper, looking in the mirror or feeling with your heart. But it is now.
To truly love is to put your whole self into something or someone. You even put yourself into things that others can't witness but the energy is there. No one can know how much of your being is into it, not even you. Until, later when the love is gone, and pieces are missing. Pieces that you forgot where they were put. Pieces lost in the atmosphere, only preserved there. Floating. And pieces of you replaced by, foreign objects. "This is not me", you whisper, looking in the mirror or feeling with your heart. But it is now.
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