dear love.

spinning webs of dreams and half drunken wishes i think i imagined you.

and for many years i sat and built you up for the great fall.

and when you didnt bounce me safetly to a haven, i cursed you and erased you from my playlists.

but thats not really important is it?

Its not about whats neccesarily true or what makes itself known.

its all in what you believe and how your eyes adjust to the light seeping into your room.

so i guess love isnt really a word or a definition despite the controversy and banter over serotonin and touching skin.

its a belief. one of the purest youll ever know....when its right.

so for now youre dipped in scarlet running across the intertwined limbs of two open hearts.

now youre yellow for the closed heart of a boy only known for trouble.

but you see all of that is secondary it's only building blocks to whats in store. because as i said before love is pure and it doesnt like to be messed up so it breaks our minds in and softens our hearts. sometimes its smoothes are edges. but most of the time it just breaks us apart.

but i guess if i were to make one final statement on the subject i'd have to say its all an experiment. trial and error. sometimes it wont be completly wrong....their will be symmetry but not congruency. not the fluttering you once anticipated for. so to all the traveling souls and misguided ghosts all i can say is open your heart and jump in.