What is it about generic words that can capture our interest still and yet not not really hand over the reasons for it existence? I am fascinated by love lately because it sounds so giving, yet it takes so much out. Instead of an embrace I feel a bear claw that does not let go. How can something that represents a huge part of our life give off so much pain? Or is it that we confuse love for something else? Perhaps its like the the illusion on the hot dry road, you may thinking your driving towards life yet it mockingly dissipates as you come near Or maybe it is love, you look at it from afar and accept its hollowness. Fill it with whatever you want because it wont hold anything anyway.
Or we all come up with words that anyone can recognize but only we feel only to realize that nothing we feel is original. Nothing we come up has not been thought of or has it? We are all plagiarists in the making or worse pretenders to emotions that hold no feeling. And even then I secretly hope when I see it spelled out, seeming real. Putting it down might make it real or perhaps even rub off on me. Am I doomed to just observe and reflect on something others take for granted? I can play in it for a while, lose myself in its blanket and for a small short miniscule moment convince myself that word applies to me.
Eh, who am I kidding?