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ConnectionsLove is a fluid thing, it twists and turns. I attribute it's infallible ability to surprise and confuse us to this fact.
I love a person. A specific person out of so many, has against all odds become my world. Yet due to loves blind corners if you were to ask me earlier would I end up with this person, I'd have had no clue.
Connections, that's what count in a relationship. You start with the basic ones, simple likes and dislikes. But then it gets more complex. You find that this person thinks like you do, understands what you say and how you feel about things better than people who have known you for years.
Then you realise you have another connection amongst all the others, something initially illusive and yet stronger and larger than the rest. It creeps in, and when you realise, you can't (and don't want to) stop it.
You guessed it, you're in love. Suddenly you're willing to share yourself in entirety with this person. Your likes, dislikes, thoughts, hopes, passions, needs and dreams
MasksHe wants to feel pain for what he is.
But a heart that burns with unbridled love and passion, how can such a heart feel anything but joy? Joy is a smokescreen created by fate to make him forget what he is. He is a fool.
Believes himself to be a good person at heart, probably true. Doesn't change that the rest of him isn't worthy of love, doesn't belong here.
Can't share these things, these things that are really there. Easier to share masks, trails into the woods. What makes a thing real? That it can't be shared?
Want to know a secret? Of course you do. Minds always working away, eating up worthless words. Well here's his secret. He desperately wants to share what makes him real.
But who's real enough to share it with?
TangledHe sits alone in the dark, his life tangled in front of him. A simple man with a fatal flaw. Hes weak.
Keep things in order, thats all. Everything has its place, its slot. Hes the master and lifes the machine. But what happens when its him that doesnt fit into this little dance?
He cant escape; his own heart wont allow it. His life is tangled, the world so strange to him, but his heart finds a home there.
His greatest torment is that nobody can ever truly understand him; and if he cant be understood, how can he be loved?
He awakes to a lie, his mind unable to reconcile itself. A dozen thoughts woven deep within him pull him in all directions. How will this play out? Again with the infinitely complex predictions! It cant be done.
Does life keep itself in check? Or is his mind shattered across the path he thinks he treads? When the end comes... will he fade away?
So many questions and colours fill his mind now, as dizzy
LifelinesA chance connection between people, two lifelines cross like particle collisions, sending forth beautiful paths in all directions.
Some of these paths lead to love, but they dont know that yet.
Oblivious, they stride confidently onward, intertwining their lifelines until they are inseparable. They learn about each others talents and tastes, niggles and nuances, brilliance and beauty.
Then one day a moment of clarity strikes. Theyre in love. How could they not have realised until now? What do they do next? Where will their life take them tomorrow, and will their love be there to share it with them?
Love is sudden, love is strange. Love is wanting to connect your lifeline with theirs, never to be cut.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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