Your heart literally hurts when it’s breaking. You can feel it, every beat another ache, and nothing you can do will stop it, either from beating or breaking.
A scar is stronger than normal flesh. Have you ever noticed that? When a scar is left, it is tougher than normal flesh. You are broken, and it hurts. But it’s in that very moment of pain that healing can begin; pain is the inkling of healing.
And in the eyes of many, it seemed chaotic. Most would’ve given up, but we didn’t. We fought; we put every ounce of our hearts into keeping what may seem to have been extinct. What we carried with us was no burden, it was an extremely rare feeling that does not seem to exist anymore. Love. People claim to understand it, but love, it does not ask nor should you ever question it. Through an eternal life, the heart patiently waits to touch it’s second half. Once it has found it’s second half, like heroin, it has become addicted, attached and destructive. I never questioned love, nor have I tried to stop it. It terrifies me to try, because all my life, my heart has never wanted something so passionately. Behind all light there is darkness. We were the single star in complete darkness. Let the chaos begin.
I’m constantly torn between ‘if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go and get it.’
راه می بینم در ظلمت
من پر از فانوسم
I see a way in the darkness.
I am a lantern.
I want the kind of passion
That sets your heart on fire
Burning as it courses through your veins
I crave the sweet spark of
A love that never dies
The type that keeps you warm
On an icy winter morning
And lights your eyes from the inside
I’ve found it in you
Your warmth has become mine
Infectious and intoxicating
Like the dancing of flames
In the dark of night
