I remember when I used to think of love as freedom..our last chance to live. It would be the thing that saves us. Until I realized that sometimes it wasnt just love that keeps us here. It's memories. I looked into the eyes of a rose and saw that even if love falters...fades...these memories, they keep us grounded. And it may make sense but unfortunately just because it makes sense, doesnt make it any less of a prison to our love, passions, and curiosity. Butthis doesn't make it right either. Sometimes I feel like thats what love is..a prison. An enchanting, and blood curdling prison. It kills you slowly..and the best part, is it acts like a drug. Makes you so incredibly happy that you dont feel the pain of this prison until its too late..until you've fallen so far and built yourself the strongest walls to keep you in. But sometimes...even with the prison, you realize, that without it..you can't breathe..can't live. But for some..this realization feels false..because inside the prison they can only breathe an asthmatic, labored breathing..compared to the breath you can taste on the outside. But I've buiilt myself a nice prison..and in here I can breathe perfectly..most of the time. Butr I look outside these walls..back to when I didn't have a prison..trying to breath seemed like such a burden. But we put ourselves in this state where we believe we must stay but in reality, its so far from that. But I believe that with every relationship..there's a prison of sorts. Sometimes you can breath...sometimes you can't. Sometimes our desires remain inside with us...other times they're way too far outsude if our prison to reach. It's love. It was never meant to be simple. If it was...then all it would be is a game. And sometimes when hearts collide, there's an explosion. Sometimes that explosion starts the beginning of something wonderful. Sometimes it doesnt. Sometiems tears are shed, sometimes lives are taken. But sometimes love can create something beautiful..beautiful like a rose. I've made myself a prison..a prison of rose.
{Written for a very dear friend of mine.}
