For the first time in my life someone clicks. Someone really understands the fog of useless wanderings haemmorhaging my mind. And for the first time i don't feel alone. Don't have to pretend. Can be completely and utterly myself. I can run through the dark in the puring rain and scream, and know that someone understands the pulse of rocket fuel through veins and ateries, the blindness of freedom and the burning up of love. Someone is with me through that constant ache, the futile need to be better, to be stronger.

We're not different. We're still human. don't treat us like we're invalids, or dangerous.

Don't make this about you, like you always do. Don't make me a black silhouette on a greying background. We still have souls.

I can't look at you any other way. Don't feed me your bullshit; you've been swallowing mine for years.

My shaking fingers don't make me any different from you. The only thing between us is that I don't give up.

What is love?

Love is when someone leaves your life and punch a huge hole where they used to be, and you forget why you used to laugh.

What is love?

What is love? The question has been asked so many times that is worn and threadbare. But i stil can't help wondering. They say love is a drug. An addiction almost. Overpowering. I thought i loved once, sometimes i think i still do. They say youre supposed to know when youre in love. You just know. How? Why? When do you know? Does it creep up on you or hit you like a slap in the face? In many ways, love is very much like death. You have no idea what it's like until it's happened to you. Death can tiptoe slowly up behind you and squeeze its fingers gently around your heart and whisper to it that it can finally reest. Death can smash into you abruptly in blazing car headlights and the holler of blood clamouring past your ears. I suppose the only difference is that i can't wait to fall in death, love im not so much looking forward to :)