Love

Love is a bittersweet thing. It can be amazing and heart opening, making a person search his or her soul, but it can also tear the same person apart. Long are the moments I myself fall into my own chaotic ideas and loves. Sometimes it inspires me and lets me fill page after page with blue and black inks, forming words and trying to make my emotions into something coherent. Other times I cannot write for the conflicting thoughts and feelings inside me. The love becomes a kind of constant companion, an ...