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This is where I find sanctuary. In my writing. Neither my spelling nor my grammar is perfect, but this is me- on a page. My soul is in the lines. I want people to see this as me, and have a place where I am defined at last; without question or regret but my own.
I am a hopeless romantic. Many of these boundaries have grown and matured. being a romantic doesn't mean I am not cynical, all I ask is that you don't let your reality get in the way of my magic. I once believed in love above all things, and that grew into self acceptance through art and communication. Imagination is the most powerful tool we have. So when I doubt myself, when I hate life, when I scorn the day to come, writing these feelings are what keeps me breathing. I originally opened this account as a love sick teenager, naive and hopeful and in pain. As I have grown, I have learned that the feelings typed below (saved for a sense of austerity) were me not being able to love myself and needing external confirmation. I have different names for what I called love. Lust, infatuation, desire, passion, dedication, loyalty, respect, ambition. I still hold onto the golden rule "treat others as they would have done unto you" but hold it with a bit more aggression and protect myself from those who manipulate purity to advance themselves. A decade can change so much.
Love is an unadulterated power that exist to control, create, and make life a little more enjoyable. It is an addition, something that is unbreakable no matter what harm falls in the way of it. You can undyingly love another and never have them love you in return. It will happen to you whether you like it or not, and it will, at times, cause you such anguish that nothing can stifled it. We express love through kisses, touch, gifts, word and all sorts of ways. When you love someone, and they love you too- it is something that should be worked on- no matter how tough- together.
I believe in love because it controls me. It is a power I cannot escape. I will never not be able to be in love with something- and that pains me because I put so much effort into the things I love, and only now come to realize that love may be one of the weakest places to be. If you let love control you, your emotions will not be stable, your heart will never steady, and it will never be enough because love can be expressed in so many ways.
I believe in what the bohemians say about love, and I do believe it exist. The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. If I could live this way, without qualm or hesitation, I know I will be broken, less of an individual because giving your life to one cause is not living.
But I feel at ease with love. When it rushes me to a high I can think clearly and calmly and know who I am.
That is why I give all of myself, express it with joy, empty the rest of me out to make room for it. grins asking something of a return of the favor is sometimes too much to ask- and to all those offended by jealousy or possession or passion or tears- this is my decree to love.
Rhythm rules me. Even in a sentence, I like to hold a certain melody. So welcome to my lair- I hope it can some how bring you a sense of me and company in the world.
Death can be more than physical, and it can happen many times, but the battle is only over when your heart stops pumping blood and lungs stop letting oxygen to your brain.