UndefinedKnow too much, yet not enoughThis thing called Love isUndefined, yet understood.Where black is whiteAnd Dark is Light-So what is wrong?And what is right?
Shattered InnocenceThe Destruction of Innocence-The resounding shatter of the glass suspended between an open soul and the rest of the world...The shards from when things flew apart scar us here and there...We bled and feel real pain for the first time...Many of us are just trying to bandage the wounds from broken hearts and broken promises while staggering through to find our niche in life...For the longest timeeveryone saw me as the good little studentand it wasn't always true.A few years back,when my innocence was cracked,a few pieces fell out of my glass panethat separated my young and innocent soul from the hard truths of life.I could see and touch and hear the real world screaming from the other sideI could reach throughbut I wasn't there yet...Then, as time passed, that glass was destroyed andground into a dust that blew away with the autumn wind...There's still glass left(I'm no full adult yet)but...I see, and I understand, perhaps, a bit more than before.My soul is by no means p
Re: What is Love?Re: What is love?Love. So basic and assumed, yet more complex than we'd ever imagine until we immerse ourselves in it and taste the fruit ourselves. But really. What is love?If you really love someone, no matter what happens around you, no matter what you have to go through to be there for them, you will cherish them with every bit of your being. It's the willing commitment in your heart to do whatever you can to help them through their troubles, always being that person they can go to for anything in the world, the person who will care for them despite their darkest secrets and deeds. It's adoration and trust, faith and loyalty. When you feel it, really feel "true love"...you'll know...And the feeling can't really be erased or forgotten...it's like a drawing you start in a dark pencil, pressing hard. If you have to change the drawing, no matter what you put over it with that pencil, the little white lines show through as battlewounds on paper bearing testimony to bonds that