The Hardest Prison to Escape is your Mind

Love

Love. It's funny. I used to feel so passionate about it, like it was the only feeling that mattered.... hell it still feels like it does, like it should. The feeling is so unreal, I can't fathom to you the feeling about it. Not because I haven't felt it in a while, but because it's not able to be explained in words. The way the heart swells like a bee has stung you, and at a certain point it'll feel as though it has. The way that your head spins and your breaths become unnoticeable. Your cheeks will flush, and your hands will sweat, you panic, and you start to shake. It sounds scary, it can be, but surprisingly enough it is the best emotion that courses through our veins. My chest becomes suffocated by an uninvited feeling, as though it had a key the whole time. It becomes heavy and you can barely breath when you're there. I don't know much about love, I will say that; I only know what I've experienced. I know that when you're in love the craving of there lips is one desire you'll never get over, and oh god when you feel them for the first time you never want that moment to stop, you wish you didn't need air to live. The feeling intoxicating you, making you crave those two pieces of flesh on yours. When you hold them against you, you wish they were your sweater that you could wear 365 days a year; you'll want to smell their scent and feel their head against yours, their head nuzzled in your neck, each breath hitting your skin. The feeling can be overpowering at times...it makes you want to cry, it makes you want to scream, it makes you want to die. Love has no name, it has no mercy, it creeps in. Love is unforgivable yet euphoric, it can be amazing yet heartbreaking, it's questionable but well-worth. Each scar on your body will have peppered kisses, every scratch will heal, and all your pain will fade. Love is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. It's not explainable. The art of love is something so many artist try to capture with paint and clay, in videos and photos, each song and poem. I know when you fall in love it's a feeling that you think no one has felt so you write about it like you found a new island, like a new language, but one only you understand. You'll never know when it starts nor where it ends or where it stays. It can make you feel insecure and want you to stay hidden. It's sweet and sour, bitter and fresh, maybe even honeyed or rich. It's a feeling that burns deep in your soul, deep in your red stained blood, it travels all through your body making you crazy. It's loud yet quiet, soulful and empty, greedy and bountiful. Love makes independent people weak at the knees and codependent people stronger than an army to every try to rule the whole universe. Leave love unattended and it'll scream and consume with more power than anything known to mankind. The people who shut out love and cast it aside have become cowardice, fearing of something they can't control, but you can't blame them. I know love to be scary and crazy. It can be confusing but also so open it makes you look oblivious. In the end you'll think love is everything, but in reality it could be nothing.