What is love ?
Sometimes you don’t know the answer.
Sometimes your heart won’t allow
you to experience the possibilites.
Sometimes love is a gentle kiss on the cheek,
a hug that you havent had in forever
from that one and only person who makes your heart skip a beat.
Sometimes love is something
that you dream of;
Something you wish to appear,
but it never seems to…not really.
Sometimes love is realizing
that the other’s needs
are more important than your own.
love is a compromise.
But if you’re like me.
You find Love (in) everything.
last night’s dream,
The time’s “wait”..
until you find yourself
the one you love.
If you look closely enough
you’ll find love is
exactly where you put it,
And if you’re like me,
love is… (in) EVERYTHING.
It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless.
Don’t hang out with people who don’t love you. Don’t try to impress people who aren’t worth it. Don’t try to win people over who aren’t worth it. Focus on yourself, and focus on the people who are really awesome and who love you. Don’t hang out with people who make you feel like shit. Don’t spend your energy on them. There is so much pressure to be part of the right thing: well, you should create the right thing. If you don’t see it, create it. If you don’t see what you want, be the change you want to see.
who wants ?
People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.
I want to be a writer …
I want to be a writer. I want to be a dangerous writer. I want to be a writer who goes against everything that you believe in. I want to write something that they keep behind the desk at the library because its content is too explicit, too honest and too real. I want to write something that’s so bad it’s good. I want to write about whores and transexuals and drug addicts and homeless people. I want to write about losers and long shots and underdogs. I want to write about the people you try to ignore because they live a version of life that you don’t like to think about. I want my writing to feel like a pie in the face to those who perpetuate intolerance. I want to give you characters you can root for because you see yourself in them. I want my writing to make you cry. I want my writing to make you want crawl across the bar and swing your hair when they play heavy metal. I want you to read my writing when you’re traveling across the country on a train because you’re young and you’re bored and you’re searching for freedom while nursing a broken heart. I want you to worry about me when you read my writing. I want my writing to be flawed and unorganized and difficult to follow. I want my writing to be rude. I want to be a writer who tells his editor to f*** off and then publish it on my own.I want my writing to be trashy and I want you to feel guilty for enjoying it. I want to write something that breaks too many rules and never wins any awards. I want to write something that makes you want to delete your Facebook and go play outside. I want to write something that makes you to question your sexuality. I want to write something that makes the popular kids from high school feel stupid and unwelcome when they read it. I want to write something for the people whose coin landed heads down instead of heads up. I want my writing to make you want to keep going. I want my writing to make you feel like you are not alone.
In the beginning, you used to whisper, “it will get better” until I’d fall asleep with the phone burning into my ear. But now, I’m not sure I want it to get better. I don’t want missing you to get easier. I want you here with me, without “goodbye” looming over us. I want to wake up to you, not a dial tone. Our calls always end with “I love you”, but once we hang up, I create my own swear words to hurl at the ocean separating us because I cannot replace your touch with the sound of your voice. In my dreams, I’m packing my suitcase and running to you. Come visit soon. This bed doesn’t feel like home without you to share it.
A take on love
Love does not only take one form for everyone. It shifts a lot, it differs, it signifies, and when love finds its proper place in you, then it would be the most beautiful kind of love.
Love is not always about holding hands, and being romantically sweet. It does not require kisses nor cuddles and so on. Love can differ. It can be that long talk with an old friend who knows you. It can be the warm shrug that tells you to never give up. It can be that sweet gift from someone. It can be acceptance and forgiveness. It can be being there no matter what. It can be the moments under the same set of stars. It can be the long night walks, or the laughter over sadness. Love is an emotion but its manifestations differ, and it depends on what you need, on where you are happy, on what complements you.
Love never completes. It complements. And that is the most beautiful kind of love