Boyfriends or girlfriends can be a real pain….
But my fingers don’t ask silly questions.
My fingers understand. *shrugs*
What if a pregnancy test just said:
It’s funny that u say that…my best friend is incredibly enlightened (illuminati etc.) and he’s mentioned this to me before…(indigo children) and I’ve ignored it..
Thanks for cataloging my decent into madness.
A romantic writes about love that is devastating, beautiful, and easy. A realist for a love that is strong, uncompromising, and real (or if they are a true realist, no love at all)…
Jaded or not, everyone feels. I love with such a violence that it threatens to destroy me and leave me dust. Its harsh and so loud that I can’t hear anything else. It’s ugly and so devastatingly real that I can’t escape it. So enchanting that I have no desire to.
As a rule I feel everything or nothing at all and I used to think that I was in control of my own destiny. Then I met someone… And they changed everything. Nothing was ever the same for me again. I took one glance at them and haven’t been in control of ANYTHING ever sense. I will never get anything I want from them but I’ve never loved them any less for it. Never fought any less for them. Never wanted to be seen so much by anyone else. Love is fucked up in that way. Selfish in a way that makes you selfless. Powerless. So helpless to what I feel that I don’t bother fight it. I am so comforted by my chains that I dare not break free of them…
Don’t get it?
Well, just imagine being an animal trapped, but in a cage so lovely that you don’t want to be free of it.
..or just KNOWING with all certainty that you will never escape your imprisonment.
..imagine the bars of that prison being SO familiar. A constant.
Imagine the architecture of that cage being the only structure in your life that makes sense to you anymore….the only structure that is unchanging, unyielding and safe….