Ya know?
That in our times of hurt and suffering ; At least in the times that I am experiencing, there is a beauty inside of the pain, that stays hidden from view, untill when the pain is so deep, that it has cut you to the very core of your being.
This beauty that was hidden, rises from the wound and acts like a balm to the soul. Weather in words, or in art. The pain is flushed from the open wound, taking with it; all the vile, and repulsiveness of what was originally hurting you.
I don't care what others think when I say this: But LOVE Sucks. Why as humans do we have to suffer these feelings ? I see alot of other people that do just fine without it. Or so they say.
Are those the people that end up old and alone sitting on the park benches feeding pigeons bread crumbs?
Feeble, withered, sitting in a wheel chair, in some unknown resthome looking out the window, waiting for someone to showup that never will.
Because of having given up on Love. There are no children, or grandchildren, not even a spouse or life parnter.
All that remains- A bitter resentful person, waiting to die. Wondering what it was in his .. her life that caused such emotional pain, that it was worth being alone into eternity.
WHY?
Where did the days of youth go? Spent working all hours of the day, so as to be able to put to rest the agony of the love gone wrong. Untill finally alone you end up.
Sitting in the wheel chair.
Waiting, for someone to show up that never will. A deep saddness envelopes the soul. Anguish stored up through all the years, escapes as a cry from your lips.
A tear, from the corner of your eye runs slowly down your cheek. Your mind reaches back in time, to a different era when Love had flowed like a mighty river through your soul.
To a young man and woman, just starting out on a journey with life together. Talk of children and a future. Happiness. And then on a fatefull day betrayal.
It doesn't matter male or female. What happened, was enough for a spirit to completely give up on the thing called LOVE. A heart withered to a dry husk, thorn bushes grew, walls were erected, signs posted: No Trespassing, Keep Out, No Solicitors.
God wasn't even allowed.
A person, another human being. Became an outcast, because they blamed the wrong thing in their pain.
LOVE was blamed. If it weren't for love I would not feel this way, my life would still be as it was, if it weren't for this stuff called love. Who needs it......With that the person removed all signs, feelings and emotions relating to the dreaded thing called Love from their life and destroyed what life they had remaining.
Sitting in a wheelchair.
Waiting for someone who will
never come. Waiting alone to die..........
Now if that doesn't give you something to go HMMMmm. about. While I was writting this; so man thoughts ran through my mind.
I know that I wrote Love Sucks. I am still of that opinion. It does Suck. But would I really want to end up like the person above. HHHhhEEEEEeeeeLLLLLLLllllll NO!
I actually Like being in love with someone and all the feelings associated with it. I could go for days about all the plus things there are with being in love. But once you have experienced it, ya kinda get addicted to it.
Love may suck in the bad times. but in the good times it fucking Rocks. I want the farie tale again. I want the romance I want the feeling of being In LOVE with a woman again. The risk is well worth it. AHHHh well. WTF Ladies beware.
SMILES FROM THE HEART AND PEACE OUT.
KENNY
