A feeling so strong that explaining it in words is utterly impossibly. Yet I ask you this, why love? Other than an emotional need for attachment. But we can't stop our hearts from breaking anymore. An adolescent’s love for one another is by far the strongest. So much mistrust and anger yet they will stay with one another for they are just discovering their hearts, much of the same way an infant discovers their thumb. They are eager to try out these newfound feelings. So eager that sometimes they want nothing more than to treasure the heartbreak. Many times this heartbreak is the last emotion one truly feels. For suicide is no different than abstract art, its all a matter of perspective. A painter should understand suicide better than anyone else in the world. Sometimes the colors are too bright or too dull so the painting is throw away without a second thought at attempting to save it, or any thoughts as to the potential greatness of the canvas. Should the painting be thrown away? Or are the mistakes and sloppy brushstrokes what make us love one another? So many people fear they have the same faults, hence we have popular artwork. But what were the faults in Van Gogh’s sunflowers? Were the petals too big? Or was the center simply too small? Or was there in fact no mistakes at all? Was this truly borderline perfection? I would like to think so…
This post was edited by AkarisHS on Nov 18 2007 03:45pm