Friday, 30 January 2009

• Love is a Well

   

  Love is a well so deep.

  A well is somewhere you go when you're thirsty. A well contains water. I want to write about the woman at the well and Jesus came to her asking her for a drink of water. how can love be compared to a well? People are thirsty for love. Everyone wants love to renew and refresh them. Love can renew and refresh.

  What do you say about love? What even is love? I don't know. Love is not the fairy tale that it's cracked up to be. What is love? Where is love and what is love?

   

  Is it true that if you give love, you get love? I'm not sure about anything anymore. I'm really not. I'm not sure that if you give love, you get love.

  I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME. I PRAY THAT I GET THE CHANCE TO LOVE. I PRAY THAT I WILL BECOME A LOVER OF SOMEONE. I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME AND I'M SO AFRAID OF GOING THROUGH LIFE WITHOUT EVER HAVING THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXPRESS MY LOVE AND SHARE IT WITH OTHERS WHO REALLY WANT IT AND NEED IT AND WANT ME TO LOVE THEM.

  I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME AND IT MULTIPLIES INSTEAD OF GETTING SMALLER AND SMALLER. I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME WITHOUT GETTING THE CHANCE TO EXPRESS.IT .

  O\NE WAY OR ANOTHER, THIS LOVE IS GOING TO COME OUT AND EXPRESS ITSELF. I'M SO SICK AND TIRED OF NOT REALLY HAVING ANYONE TO LOVE AND ANYONE WHO REALLY WANTS MY LOVE. HOW DO YOU EXPRESS LOVE TO OTHERS? DO OTHERS EVEN WANT WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER? I REALLY DON'T KNOW, BUT I PRAY THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME. I REALLY PRAY THAT THE LOVE INSIDE OF ME FINDS SOME OUTLET. SOME WAY TO COME OUT, SOME WAY TO EXPRESS ITSELF.

  I RAGE AND RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT. PLEASE DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT. RAGE, RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE INDIFFERENCE OF THIS WORLD. RAGE AGAINST THE WALLS THAT KEEP LOVE OUT. I RAGE AND RAGE AND RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT, MY LIGHT. MY LIGHT IS GOING OUT AND NOTHING CAN STOP IT. EVERYDAY, I DIE A LITTLE MORE UNTIL ALL THAT'S LEFT IS SOME UGLY, OLD SKELETON. we I PRAY THAT THE LOVE DOESN'T DIE INSIDE OF ME. I WISH I HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXPRESS MYSELF AND MY LOVE AND THE WAYS IN WHICH I CAN SHOW LOVE. BUT, HOW DO YOU SHOW LOVE TO PEOPLE THAT DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE. HOW, HOW, HOW IS LOVE EXPRESSED? I RAGE AND RAGE AGAINST THE UNFAIRNESS OF MY LIFE AND HOW NO ONE REALLY SEEMS TO WANT MY LOVE. I RAGE AND RAGE AND RAGE AND RAGE AND RAGE, EVERY DAY DYING A LITTLE MORE AND MORE.

  MY HEART HAS ALMOST NOTHING LEFT. SO I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN GIVE. DAY BY DAY, MY HEART DIES A LITTLE MORE AND A LITTLE MORE AND A LITTLE MORE.

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