The Feeling
The feeling is a complicated one. It is negative, and yet it is positive. It is its own paradox. It is a black hole, pulling me in, and yet it is a source of energy.
I adore, I crave the feeling, but at the same time, I hate and want nothing to do with it.
It is brilliant and warm, yet can be so dark and cold. The moments of warmth grow a little more each day, the cold retreating.
I crave it a little more each day, pulling my self toward the daylight from the dark confines of myself. I get so close, but each time, the ground is pulled away from under my feet, and I slide back down the rocky slope.
It is a feeling I want to cling to, something that tells me with every passing moment that I’m not alone. I have someone waiting for me, just as I’m waiting for her, looking toward the horizon with each step I take. I will find her, someday, somewhere. I will find her again.
The feeling is love.
very pretty!
thank you!
you will.
i ve already given my comments..its beautiful
Imm… So true.. too lovely.. Like it… Good luck..
thank you!
thank you farzana!
@ gryphusnick – i know. gracias.
i love this. I love you.
And yeah. You’ll find love.
Hello?
You found her.
She’s in Sheffield…
@ Mysty :
@ Anni : <3
you na. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
i get what you mean. but this is very black and white, isn’t it? there’s so much in between …
it is, but that’s my state of mind at the moment. normally, i’d be writing in full glory about the in between.
awwwww! so supercool. so sorted ! i likes!
i feel this way….alot!!!!!
You must be scoring women left right and center… lol Good Stuff!
ah, if i were, then this piece wouldn’t be written.