It almost feels like winter minus the ice and snow, the morning crowd draw many types of beautiful cold clothing around, the only time people tend to cover up. The crowd gets cozier snuggling up to each other in trains and buses and even walking hand in hand bodies pressed together.
It’s a season of love all around, with school being out and children appearing everywhere you go. You can’t help but feel a smile warming up when u see children spending precious time with their parents and siblings. It’s mostly a joyous time but yet if you look deep enough you might find all the sadness buried deep within.
Don’t ask me what’s up with that ok, im normally a somber mood kinda person and thus I love talking about pain and sadness. And somehow somewhere along the lines I always know its what motivates the writer in me.
As someone with personal experience, let me share with you what I’ve learned, love doesn’t always look rosy, and no it’s not like grabbing the stars, or what celine dion might make you believe. It’s utter damning pain, full of lies and betrayal.
So again don’t get me wrong, im not against it, but im letting you know what u might expect. They tell you things they know you wanna hear and sometimes when you’re not looking they rip it right out from your heart like it doesn’t matter. So yeah this is about when the pain kicks in.
Its like watching an autopsy, and you cut the person right there in front of you on the slab, you peel back the layers of skin to reveal all the organs in their full glory and then you slowly but carefully pick them out individually. You take a hack saw cut up the internal rib cage and the blood splatters all over your hospital gown and mask.
Jus like that, in all its glory you see it all happening right in front of you and you cant do a damn thing about it. Yet somehow there’s always a certain mystery to it. Something you just can’t figure out.
You know when you’re in love it seems like you’re invincible, almost immune. That’s why you never see it coming.





