Recently for some reason or other, my mind has started to dwell on a lot of frightening almost dark thoughts. Now with me having such an over-active imagination, some of these ideas are enough to scare the living Hell out of me. I've come to the realization that I wrote in order to rid my mind of such horrifying thoughts but for the past several months, I just haven't had the time. I used to believe that I was just going insane, you know no big whoop, I mean I've been crazy my whole life (that's a joke, I've only been crazy half the time). But I know the only way to set my mind at ease is to slowly ease my way back into my writing little by little in hopes that I can regain some aspect of sanity (again, I am not crazy). So in order to slip back into my craft, I'm going to attempt to write a weekly blog inhopes that I will transfer into my stories. I know no one actually reads these things but it helps to know that if someone ever wanted to find out about me, other than asking me personally, this would be the next best thing. Well that's all for this week unless I get bored at work again and need to vent some more bullshit then til next time.

Love is...

I'm sure we've all seen the little comic strip in the daily paper that has the little couple, which always starts out "Love is..." then it gives a brief sample of what love is supposed to be. Well, with Valentine's day approaching in the next few weeks, I figured I'd put my own little spin on that and tell you what love really is.

Love is a beast. I don't mean this in the slang term either, I mean love is a untamed wild animal on an incredibly short leash. Now I know a few people will be like "Man, dude is bitter as hell," but that's not the truth. At heart, i am a die hard romantic. I believe in giving a woman I care about flowers for no other reason other than to just do it. I'll admit, I've been burned by love in the past, but I still believe that the right woman is out there for me. But back to what I was saying, love is a dangerous, ferocious carnivore out to devour all in its path. I mean this seriously. Perfect example, say you find someone and you fall madly head over heels in love with this person. You've just picked up the leash to this horrid monster. Now, your love for this person continues to flourish and Love, being the animal that it is, protects its owner from harm because in the beginning, Love is perfect.

After a while, things start to change between the two of you, You find that you no longer like spending the same amount of time with that person, you don't go out as much. Well, thats just Love turning to stalk its former master. Lets say something happens in the relationship, say you come across someone who has what your partner used to have that they don't show anymore, a little conversation, a smile that effects you somehow. Love is attacking. In the end after all is said and done, someone winds up crushed and broken. And devoured by love. Love is pain.

It isn't bad though, because as long as you keep faith, Love will be a loyal creature again. In the end, Love is a beautiful, marvelous, yet highly volatile beast that needs a great deal of care and work to keep happy. Like I've said, I've been bitten several times but will still offer my hand to Love over and over again. Happy Valentine's Day.