I am bitter and sarcastic and disastrously Logical; it is my shield. Don't let it become yours.
In these threads we post a LOT of bad things. Lists of qualities that we try to avoid. Ways people have hurt us and how to avoid that. Our Regrets, our pain our mistrust, laid bare before each other, it is the last breath of passion we gasped before we hid the broken pieces of our hearts. Our expectation shattered, the feeling of belonging left us alone and naked. We arrive at our most faithful companion, misery. He is quick to remind of us how it isn't. We size people up, quantify, clarify, classify and objectify. A Synthetic expectation remains of what should be a person. Our minds have taken control, locked up our hearts and allowed no visitors within arms reach. We have our charity and our kinship but, the true scope of all that Love has for us is nowhere in sight.
I was in love once. I know what it is to be moved, to be in love. To see the light in someone's eyes and to feel alive because of it, as if the world is new and more beautiful than ever could be imagined. To be eternally captivated, inspired and forever grateful for each second shared.
How does it happen? How do we get there from here?
In these threads we post a LOT of bad things. Lists of qualities that we try to avoid. Ways people have hurt us and how to avoid that. Our Regrets, our pain our mistrust, laid bare before each other, it is the last breath of passion we gasped before we hid the broken pieces of our hearts. Our expectation shattered, the feeling of belonging left us alone and naked. We arrive at our most faithful companion, misery. He is quick to remind of us how it isn't. We size people up, quantify, clarify, classify and objectify. A Synthetic expectation remains of what should be a person. Our minds have taken control, locked up our hearts and allowed no visitors within arms reach. We have our charity and our kinship but, the true scope of all that Love has for us is nowhere in sight.
I was in love once. I know what it is to be moved, to be in love. To see the light in someone's eyes and to feel alive because of it, as if the world is new and more beautiful than ever could be imagined. To be eternally captivated, inspired and forever grateful for each second shared.
How does it happen? How do we get there from here?