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

Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2007

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