Love in Custody
There's something weird with the people who are bounded by words. They can go around days without talking to anyone but when they talk, they seem to be unstoppable.
If they dislike you, they'll not only stay far from you but also make sure to ignite hatred. Just so you don't even try to cross the bridge that reaches them.
And if they hate you...like literally HATE you, then you'll know it. Don't worry about that. It'll end soon; it'll end even before anything starts.
What about when things circle around the fire called 'Love' ?
Ummm...things are a bit different with every individual here. If you find someone like me, you will hardly find them talking about love. If you lock them in a room with the emotion 'Love' and ask them what do you know about it, they would start sweating, their heart will be pumping so loud that you can actually hear the beat. They won't be able to look at it in the eye. They're not embarrassed or ashamed but they can't help fear crawling up on their bodies. They will be desparate to leave the room. Not because it is suffocating but because they're scared of the destruction followed by love.
When they finally come out, they sigh heavily. Pulling out their pens and journals, they press their backs against the wall, dargging themselves to the ground right beside the door they were just having a conversation.
You will find them endlessly writing about love.
You might not know what they're feeling at the moment. Don't ask. They have a habit of communicating with words.
Tip: Try not to decipher what's written. It doesn't feel good to witness someone's destruction and doing nothing about it.
If they dislike you, they'll not only stay far from you but also make sure to ignite hatred. Just so you don't even try to cross the bridge that reaches them.
And if they hate you...like literally HATE you, then you'll know it. Don't worry about that. It'll end soon; it'll end even before anything starts.
What about when things circle around the fire called 'Love' ?
Ummm...things are a bit different with every individual here. If you find someone like me, you will hardly find them talking about love. If you lock them in a room with the emotion 'Love' and ask them what do you know about it, they would start sweating, their heart will be pumping so loud that you can actually hear the beat. They won't be able to look at it in the eye. They're not embarrassed or ashamed but they can't help fear crawling up on their bodies. They will be desparate to leave the room. Not because it is suffocating but because they're scared of the destruction followed by love.
When they finally come out, they sigh heavily. Pulling out their pens and journals, they press their backs against the wall, dargging themselves to the ground right beside the door they were just having a conversation.
You will find them endlessly writing about love.
You might not know what they're feeling at the moment. Don't ask. They have a habit of communicating with words.
Tip: Try not to decipher what's written. It doesn't feel good to witness someone's destruction and doing nothing about it.
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