She May Be the One To Kill Me

Dear friend, What is love? Pardon the phrase but, love is unexplainable. Love is different to all people and different from all points of view. This matter need not be addressed but in the end all do it anyways. Drowning is like fire in the lungs. The water rushes in and it burns. The waves somehow suck you down into the dark. Nothing below, faint light above. Rushing into the darkness is what feels familiar. These things need not be addressed, but they will anyways. Why is it that some people seek the coldest, dampest places in solitude? Why do humans seek to destroy when life is what we can create? These things need not be addressed, but they will nonetheless. Not to trail off the subject, back to the point at hand. Unrequited love often feels like drowning. Burning chest, burning lungs feels the same. All that love and no where, no one to give it to. Taken these things into consideration, love is better off left dormant and untouched. Drowning and feeling like drowning are the same. Neither one is no better than the other. In fact the water seems to be a little more inviting. Due to the fact that at least drowning will finish you off and kill you. You cant truly die from a broken heart. It only feels like it. Yours truly, A voice of a distant star