Feelings

Sometimes I just sit down and write. Or rather, type. Not necessarily about what happened that day; it’s not like a diary or anything. But I have a lot of thoughts, insights, and opinions. It feels nice to get them out, even if it’s just on a blank computer screen. One of my most common topics is love. I’m not saying I have a lot of experience, or any, for that matter, on this particular topic, but I enjoy writing about it. It’s fascinating; the whole aspect of it. The feelings, the actions, even the heartbreak. The whole process is mesmerizing. This is something I wrote, and am not particularly proud of, but it’s what I was thinking at the moment:

Love; It’s a beautiful thing. Or so it seems. It looks like clean, untouchable angel, inviting you to come sit with it. But you sit, and the chair legs give away, and you’re falling. But you’re not falling quickly. You’re falling slowly, giving you time to remember everything that you could’ve done differently, everything that went wrong, and asking yourself why. And as you fall, you look up, wanting to see that beautiful angel again. But instead, you see darkness; Angry, unforgiving darkness. Love in its true state.