Why do hearts ache when we feel emotionally hurt? Why do knots form and everything feels... different? Why is love the root of it all? How does heartache work? I've had plenty, and I still can't figure it out. Life is so full of hurt. How is it that the physical is often much less painful than the mental? Why do I lay in bed or on the floor with my music blasting through my headphones just to block out some things? Why does it work and I become peaceful with the flow of music until it stops? Why must we hide from the world to feel good in our hearts? The scars are too much. The blood seeping from the new battle wounds into my lungs. Making breathing all too hard until impossible all together. Why must love come from the most inconvenient and unconventional places? It's almost as though fate intends to screw with our minds and hearts. It's as though, from the moment we begin to talk to the moment our words seize, fate is laughing with cruelty at the love to come for us. Love is seen as the villain for fate. The villain and the saving grace for all of us. The thing that must help us survive and the thing that will ultimately kill us all without mercy. And we hold on until the bitter end because we can't do any better. We are trapped here in love by our own hearts.
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Falling prey to love... There are no words. I have none. They have been stolen from me...
QUOTE:
"LOVE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING TO HAVE, HARDEST THING TO EARN, AND MOST PAINFUL THING TO LOSE."
Until next time,
A.K.
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