My beloved is beginning to show signs of self destruction. It hasn’t taken long has it? I give my heart to someone and they start nailing in the thorns one by one. At first they’re tender thorns attached to beautiful flowers. Slowly (well – quickly in this case) the thorns begin to lose control and grow ripping and ragged as they tear at your soul even though they don’t mean to. They are just thorns after all, they don’t know what else to do with themselves. Nature’s way. I should know by now that love is an illusion. It’s a little carrot that the evil forces concocted to make us feel like there’s some damn point to living. Well. There’s not. And if there is, romantic love has nothing to do with it. I love my child. I loved my dog. I don’t think I will ever love another human being again. As soon as it starts, it begins the ending. It’s a set up. You have been warned.
October 17, 2009 at 12:15 am
it’s not all smoke and mirrors just so you know. there is a truth there. caring and knowing, an old old soul.
October 17, 2009 at 9:07 am
Mr. one: An odd form of communication this blog thingy. I saw your soul yesterday. It looked lovely.