I have always truly wondered about the thing that everybody has named "love". It seems so unnimpressive at times, as people I know fall in and out of it so easily. "I love you," he says. "I love you too," is what she says. And then they are both suddenly running in different directions, finding out that they didn't love each other after all, and that he needs a new princess, and she needs a new knight.
Surely, this is not love.
But perhaps that is what it is all about. Searching for the perfect, the untouchable, and love is so different, and SUCH an untouchable, that people sometimes mistaken an ecstasy during a relationship to be "love". When it is not. So all these broken relationships that lay shattered on the road behind you are you just desperately trying to find something that you know will make you whole.
And even though, even though you are no longer with that person, memories still remain with you. Memories of tv shows, songs, certain items, special moments, and others, where the other person's face has come clear. Sometimes they are painful memories, and sometimes you are just remembering them with a sort of quiet understanding. Special moments never fade away.
At least this is what I think I understand. I have never been in a true relationship, so I really have no way of knowing. This is just my mushy side taking a stroll outside or something. They say that experience is the truist way to know, and so for that, I will have to wait. But its okay. Its not like I'm in a rush anyways. But its just fun to think about sometimes.
Wow, that was really neat. I like the deep concept that you were creating in your writing. It's true, I suppose. Though I don't really know much about love at all.
Amen, amen! You have an awesome style indeed. Your words really touched me and I whole heartedly agree with what you said about "Love" between the opposite sex (or even the same). I like how you expressed your feelings of Love in this art piece. You are an artist.
this is beautiful, not only from an artistic (the angle, the inks, the mood..) but an emotional perspective as well. I've been in love before - it sucks sometimes, and is great other times. It's never the same twice... and this.. I just. I'm sorry. I used to be able to comment better, but nowadays I don't seem to be able to find the words to fit. Your gallery is a constant inspiration.
all that I know is that it has a lot of limits...
the details are put in well.