7/31/11

Fragile Love
By Caty


“In Love.”

This seemingly simple phrase brought a whirlwind of thoughts, a tidal wave of emotions, and a calm-before-the-storm affect that caused my heart to pound like the hammer of an early-morning roofer and my skin to tingle like seductively sipped champagne.

“I. am . . . in love”

I toyed with this thought; let it slip smoothly off the polished white enamel of my fresh morning teeth and out my chapping cranberry lips.

Slowly I warm up to the idea. Having been hurt, trampled, misused and battered from past infatuations, I was hesitant to admit it to myself, knowing that once I let myself get a hold of this cancerous thought, it would be the end of me.

Love is such a fragile state. Like hatching chicks, or the moment before you step into a hot-air balloon. You know what should happen, you have expectations, but you also have fear. Fear of things you convince yourself (from years of pain) are immanent. Knowing your shell might not crack and your balloon might crash, but continuing on likewise.

That is foolish.

That is risky.

That is painful.

That is glorious.

That is beautiful.

That is twisted.

That is cherished.

That…

Is

Love.


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I'm in the summer of my Junior year and I've been writing since age 9, hidden in the depths of my closet. I decided, the hell with it! time to let others enjoy. I don't think or create, i am no artist. it is simply my stream of consciousness, my soul, spelled out. I'd love feedback!