i want you (II)
You can love someone without being in love with them. You can also be in love with someone and not love them. Being in love is helium-balloon-high. Blowing bubbles. It's eternal summer. It's lush and sweet, ripe and immediate. It's a flower you want to pick and take with you. It's moonlight at night. It's electric. It's ice cream. It's a song you cannot stop singing. It's watercolor. It's impressionist. It's a dream you had one night and you never did wake up.
Love is feet on the ground, toes in the sand. It's gritty and gutsy. It's a shovel to use in the trenches. It's a garden you dug and planted with your own hands. It's evergreen in winter. Love is candlelight. It's meat and potatoes. It's a photograph. It's black and white and gray. It's living life awake in textures and shapes.
Being in love is feeling drugged; while love dies for someone, suffering even in small ways.
Love is feet on the ground, toes in the sand. It's gritty and gutsy. It's a shovel to use in the trenches. It's a garden you dug and planted with your own hands. It's evergreen in winter. Love is candlelight. It's meat and potatoes. It's a photograph. It's black and white and gray. It's living life awake in textures and shapes.
Being in love is feeling drugged; while love dies for someone, suffering even in small ways.
