To love someone.
It's a circular motion, it is
self love and love go hand in hand and eventually become indistinguishable
love is not dependency
love is not complete selflessness
love takes effort
love is not a feeling only
love is harmony of logic and emotion
love is a committed thoughtful decision
love is separateness
love is where i want to be
love is accepting
love is the opposite of coercion
love is letting another express their agency
7.31.2013
LOVE NOTEs
My heart almost wants to burst in my love and adoration for the people around me. I love people. Today is one of those days.
A good friend is a rare find. I treasure my good friends. When you find something good, you latch on to it. You anchor yourself to it.
A good friend is a rare find. I treasure my good friends. When you find something good, you latch on to it. You anchor yourself to it.
subconscious
i was cleaning and sweeping up the stairs on the porch. i was doing you a favor. you asked me to do it for you, but i gladly obliged. it wasn't your house. it was someone else's house, someone that i revere as great, i have good positive feelings towards this person, him, yeah him, oh yeah, i actually like him.
thats mostly why i did it, not because you asked me to, but because i like him, not you.
you warned me of a storm that was coming in. i kept sweeping, sweeping all of the dust off of the stairs. i was almost finished, the dust was almost all gathered onto the grass. i kept sweeping, kindly. then then storm hit. it hit suddenly, but i can't say that i didn't expect it. you warned me. when it came it hit with such a force i fell over. i was caught on the ground, behind the gate and the pile of dust that i had worked to gather. the dust was violently rushing toward me, my face, especially my horizontal face. it was all in my face. all over my fuckin face. lets say face one more time. and fuck one more time. i couldn't breathe it was too much dust and too much wind. i couldn't catch a breath enough to scream at you. i felt humiliated. powerless. panicked. then i woke up.
thats mostly why i did it, not because you asked me to, but because i like him, not you.
you warned me of a storm that was coming in. i kept sweeping, sweeping all of the dust off of the stairs. i was almost finished, the dust was almost all gathered onto the grass. i kept sweeping, kindly. then then storm hit. it hit suddenly, but i can't say that i didn't expect it. you warned me. when it came it hit with such a force i fell over. i was caught on the ground, behind the gate and the pile of dust that i had worked to gather. the dust was violently rushing toward me, my face, especially my horizontal face. it was all in my face. all over my fuckin face. lets say face one more time. and fuck one more time. i couldn't breathe it was too much dust and too much wind. i couldn't catch a breath enough to scream at you. i felt humiliated. powerless. panicked. then i woke up.
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