Sitting here grasping a bottle of wine, some Napa Valley Merlot vintage 06. So many thoughts passing in and out of my mind, thoughts of being alone and how it seems like such a far reach from my hopes for the new year. Love is cruel. Such a moment is it when you start whimpering over past photos of loves that housed such a beauty at one point in time. A time when your heart was like a new born child staring you in the face, so new to the emotion of happiness yet ever smiling unaware what it would become. Its amazing after so much abuse how the heart only seems to yearn for more. I suppose I sound like a sad teenager, some adolencent whos ability to extinguish the need for human contact both physical and emotional has run out of control. But isnt that the role of love? To run out of control? To be free? But what are you to do when love runs the other direction? When it decides to leave you in the night? The freedom doesnt seem so grand then but yet you beacon for its return. I beacon to love, stop this foolishness and sit beside me tonight. Offer me the chance to warm you inside my arms. Come home.
prettyinink4:
I believe it or not i love the things you said.
l1vingdeadgurl:
This is beautiful my friend, even if it comes from a dark place.