Why do we have to grow up and fall in love? Why can’t we just stay young and innocent forever? Why can’t boys always have cooties? (not to say that some still don’t). But I guess if we didn’t grow up and fall in love it would be the end our race. We wouldn’t be motivated to do anything except survive. But we also wouldn’t have to go through the immense pain that love can put you through.
Something that I always thought was interesting is that when you love, you’re heart has this burning sensation, like nothing in the world can be better, and it’s true…. except for the fact that when love puts you in pain, you get the same burning sensation in your heart, like nothing could be worse and that’s also true. Why does love and pain feel the same. One makes you feel totally happy and ecstatic and on a cloud like it’s not real, and the other pushes your head into the dirt like a flamingo, making you cry and double over in mental and emotional agony.
That doesn’t alleviate the question of why we have to grow up and fall in love though, and I don’t think we’ll ever understand that. Love means joy but it also means a lot of pain. I could go on and on about the details, but I’m sure most of you already have a clue of what I’m talking about… it sucks but it’s great at the same time, and it’s really a personal choice whether you want to be pushed around through the ringer to get to an amazing spot. But maybe the real question is, is it an experience and a journey? or is it just unnecessary battle wounds and scars?
Silver circles. Sparkling and dripping with diamonds. Wrapped so carefully around a finger. Feels like home because home is where the heart is. Forever a part of the body, the love that is, and a pendant ring to show it. Over the years it’ll spin around the finger and back again into it’s original place. Like life itself, they’ll spin around in circles and go places they’ve never gone, they’ll hit rocks and hills, and smooth paths, but in the end they’ll end up in the exact position they were in when they started. The circle of life, that ring is. Begin and end the same way, either physically or emotionally, or sometimes both, but it’s just the way it is.
Climbing high in the air. The bustling fire underneath the chimney, warming our little toes and hands from the frigid cold outside. It smells like burnt air. A little too overcooked haha. It crackles and pops and snaps like Rice Krispies. It keeps us warm and cozy and it’s light makes the room a little bit more sentimental as we sit there together. The taste of buttery popcorn enters our mouths as we sit by fire and share stories and just chat. It’s peaceful and happy and like nothing could go wrong. Here in this cabin in the woods, everything is perfect and the horrors of the outside world cannot reach us. As the sun sets, the smoke from the chimney dances a tango until it disappears in the distance.
Sinking boat off in the distance, white fishing boat. The smell of the salty sea and the taste of the bitter water, enters the men’s lungs. They float there without rescue. They wait there as no one comes to save them. Freezing in the ocean.
The idol no longer matters
Word of the day:
Overlying: lying over or upon something as overlying rocks.
Honestly guys, I only do word of the days when I can’t think of anything else to write about, or maybe it’s just because I’m lazy.
Give me some ideas if you have any!!
leaves are falling, the grass in covered. for now they’re red and orange and yellow. The one good thing about new england weather, it that the leaves turn the death of spring into autumn and it’s the most beautiful sight. as you drive down a road in the middle of nowhere, the trees are colorful. There’s a certain light they bring off. kind of warm but cooling at the same time. Leaves are leaves and there’s not much else about them except for the fact that they have the potential to work together to create something beautiful, like everything else in the world. It’s just the drastic change every year that makes their beauty stick out. Breezy walks and sweatshirt weather. Just looking at it. It smells like air, it tastes like air, but it’s the sight that is the magnificant spectacle, it’s the only thing that matters. Not what is on the inside, but the outside! Eventually though, the falling leaves on the ground and on the trees will turn brown and crumpled, touching it will make it disintegrate. That’s when you rake them all away, and death sets in. Winter. The cold and bitter makes you miss the green, not the colors. the green. and when spring comes around once more, everything turns green and the leaves as well, it one of the most relieving and greatest things to see, the green, the getting warm. and those leaves would be nothing without the shade they provide and the color of summer that they contribute too, it’s hot, and the trees look like they’re sweating too. Maybe we do have something in common, but they need to be there, there’s something just not allowing their death. Then autumn returns and the beautiful reds and yellows and oranges return and its also the most beautiful sight to because we’ve all gotten so used to green, then we’ll get used to brown and winter again and then green. and it’s an endless cycle of beauty and nature and the wondrous things that a leave can do, not just to see, but your emotional state as well, the world changes as the leaves do. It makes you happy, sad , angry, etc. It’s amazing, not a single leaf, but the togetherness of every leaf that brings together and tears apart communities and your insides. it’s quite incredible that leaves can do all that just by changing the way they look. aside from the popluar belief that looks do not matter, leaves prove otherwise, and every year, every season change they prove it.
Roses are dripping
love and red
sitting across the open bed
dying in vases
calling your name
Loving you feels the same
Love and red
and vases too
a rose that means I love you
drooping and yellow
reason’s to see
roses are dripping all over me