Define love? I'll try.

Love is bigger than you are; you cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses itself. Love is inherently free; It cannot be bought, sold, or traded. You can't make someone love you, nor can you prevent it. It is the most indescribable, deep euphoric feeling for someone. Everything seems brighter, happier and more wonderful when you're in love. Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, and trusting them not to. Love is passion, when you know in your mind what you want and no matter what you do, there's no way you're turning around. It is beautiful and can create such wonderful things and gives you a purpose. When you're so frustrated you could burst into tears and yet at the same time you feel like you could explode from laughter. You want nothing other than that person, and it makes you think twice about everything. When your mind is consumes with what-ifs and you start to question your own motives. Love is a passion, a drive for another human being. Young love in its purest form is unparalleled; you have been through no heartache or loss just innocence and fresh inexperienced love. It is powerful and intoxication.


& if you find it, don't let it go.

Optimism

As I let the quiet consume my mind
My thoughts fade to grey
Creation hums around me
I wish I'd just speak up,
but this silence I don't mind.

Maybe I've been chasing my past with a pen--
instead of acceptance.

I think of the imagined happiness
and how consoled I feel with hope,
that tomorrow being a day
better than this,
will heal my sorrow of the moment
Take all the burdens, pains, loss, and grief away
because we all deserve to be purged from the gloom
and shadows
of the garden that we wish we never entered.


With every single word I write,
though I know they won't do me justice,
I know there can't be dark without light

If you heard me- you'd understand
That when the angst is too much,
and the love is too loud,
My sanity is turned down.

They say in time it gets better
but who are "they"?

With stammered breaths and shaking hands
a slight smile curved upon my face
like that crescent we all look upon in the darkest time of night
Because I knew
The way we all fill our collective needs together
and accept that, though terrible things happen
There is so much good in this world.

Things will fade, like night to morning
A crash of the wave
Filling the ocean
That is full of unknown treasures and opportunities

Just like the space we have left open unwillingly in our minds.

Why I write:

• Writing gives me solace in my mind, let's my brain take a break from all the thoughts overpowering it. 
• Writing gives me a voice when mine is weak.
• I love the way a page is filled with appealing words that are all so beautifully spoken.
• It helps me comprehend reality; it helps me feel alive.
• Writing answers questions I sometimes cannot.
• I'm not incredibly expressive by nature, but releasing my emotions with written or typed words gives me equal satisfaction to someone who prefers talking person to person.
• I can share my experiences
• Writing is simple, or maybe writing is suitably adding the right words to describe a certain disposition or mental state.