I watch the seasons pass by as I constantly wonder about the complications of love. Would distance ever matter, when love is the focus? Isn’t love in itself a form of freedom? A way of peace? Shouldn’t loving someone be healing, relieving, comforting? As much as love is all about the physicality of the parties involved, their scents, their passion, their sensuality and all that, I can’t help but to think that love doesn’t and shouldn’t fit in the time and space capacity. True love is blind. You accept that person for what they are, who they are, how they are, wherever they are. Right? I don’t know. Maybe not. Maybe nobody cares about what you go through; maybe they have their own pile of shit that they go through. Maybe after a while, they’ll stop caring about you and anything about you. Maybe they just continue with their lives. You may survive as a memory for a bit, but then you’ll fade away. Just like that. Do you feel like fading away? I feel faint. Light. Weightless, but with the heaviest weight on my eyes .. on my shoulders, in my heart. The weight of the world is on my being now. I am longing for something I can’t afford to have, as cliche as that sounds. But hey, what the fuck do I know about love. I suck.
Who is the girl in your head? Does she come through as much you want her to? Does she make up for what she lacks? Does she wear too much makeup? Does she cut her hair short? Does she wear too much color? Does she think too good of herself? Does she disappear as she please or does she explain? Does she respect or does she pretend so? Does she have multiple faces? Does she remedy what she breaks? Does she step in the ruins only to make anything left disappear? Does she dance? Does she drink? Does she resemble anyone? Does she think she can conquer no matter what? Does she have a fear of loss? Does she carry what she cherishes in her heart? Does she betray as easily as drinking a glass of water? Does she burden you with her crap? Does she live? Does she laugh? Does she enjoy what she’s living? Does she lie? Does she forget? Does she ache? Does she cause hurt? Does she want to keep living? Does she want to keep aching? Who is the girl in your head? Does she want to keep breathing?
Hello arrhythmia, my old friend. I feel like an 80y/o grumpy bitch with this irregular heartbeat shit, taking pills for it and all. I’ve come to talk with you again.. Singing songs I can’t sing. Remember when everything used to be better just because we had fewer expectations? It’s not that people would consider lower standards or not care. It was purely based on the fact that their happiness had a cap. A fairly small cap. I used to have lower expectations, I still do. In fact they’re so low that I’m told I’m constantly getting hurt because of this precisely. I guess I have my mom to thank for it. She had such low expectations and such high patience that she suffered through a horrible marriage for her two kids thanks to these deadly traits. Her two stupid kids. Runs in the bloodline. Like cancer, exists to kill you. One thing I’ve noticed about me that I wish I never had it in me to begin with is understanding others. I do one thing really perfectly in this world and that is understanding others no matter what –unconditionally even when they don’t understand themselves. Wanna know how often I get it in turn? Rarely, close to never. But hey, I have low expectations. Am I happier for it? Fuck no.
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows”
Words of wisdom.
Been feeling too much of everything at once, and then too little of everything else again at once. Kinda torn, about to be shattered into a minimum of thousand pieces. I was thinking the other day, just because I have the courage to ask, it doesn’t necessarily mean that that person would have the same courage to give. I am only occasionally bearable and memorable after all. It’s like pulling and pushing at the same time, you stop moving and that gives you time and the extra push to think it all over only to realize that while you may want to really be there and be that person and do those things, you really can’t because you just can’t bear it. You can’t bear the loss, it’s inevitable. So you start living with it. You gather your shit together and start living with it so that you don’t go completely insane even though you may have walked in that direction for quite a while now. That live and learn crap that people rave about is a scam. You live, suffer and ache; however, you never learn because when it happens again, you still live and suffer and ache just as much.
It comes in waves. It hits me in waves. I go through moments and hours thinking that I’ve possibly forgotten about it, then it punches me in the face. I feel like I have ran into a wall full speed -no second thoughts. Then it feels like it has stopped, hence the waves. Worst part is that I drown in every single one of those waves. I drown so deep down the ocean of all these feelings and emotions. I feel so breathless, so naive, so heavy. Each wave eats me alive, swirls me left and right, takes me to the deep dark browns and blues, then finally slaps me down on the cold glassy sands. But it doesn’t end there, right when I think that I’ve possibly forgotten about it, it pulls me in -right back into the infinite waves. Am I that crazy to love this?
What matters more?
Your love for someone or your anger and grief for that same person?
But then again the answer is latter if there is no love or even a trace of it to begin with.