between the gutter & the stars
i love myself. to the point of vanity....but no one really agrees with me, so i find it hard to stay in good spirits, ya know?
i've fallen in love only three times. the third is just now starting to happen. i know because i'm deathly afraid to let it happen. because it never works out. (she DOES live in another state, but to hell with details....) and it's always easy to fall, but never so easy to stand back up, even if someone is there to hold on to.
getting over the hump? it's like being drunk. only time can help. coffee, asprin, jumping jacks, loud music, and sleep may help... but they won't do it. you wake up everyday and it hurts a little less, and one day you wake up and it don't hurt at all.
and like they say in Swingers, you miss the pain sometimes. for the same reason you miss the object of your affection. cause you live with it for that long.
but somewhere in the midst ofthat you find someone new, and the vicious circle begins again.
what is love...it's beenn described many different ways, but i gotta assume that it feels the same in all of us.
it's kinda like peeing in you dreams... you may not know if it's real or not, but it's there nonetheless, sneaking up on you. and it's warming you and stinking you all at once.
it's our struggle for identity that leaves us all unknown