Even though it is unfinished. I got online to work on it some more, but I'm definitely having writer's block up the ass. Feedback always gets my gears going. It will be finished at some point though, I will promise that. much.
Love is probably the only four-lettered word that I use that does not have negative connotations or induce hands-over-ears actions from mothers.
It is probably my favorite word.
I love love more than shit, damn, hell, fuck, what, butt, shoe, fart, or poop.
(Poop comes in close second though.)
It is so universal! There is a type that applies to everyone, in any situation - young, old, black, white, Asian, Puerto Rican, sinner, saint, from the head of MENSA to Paris Hilton. We all experience it. Love, I mean, not poop.
Love can be entirely pure or a structure-shaking secret. Love can be on a stage for all to see or a private enjoyment of one's self. Love can be emotional, physical, or both. It often drives us mental. Between two men, two women, one of each, or a ratio of twelve to one, love knows no boundaries. Love is water, flexible enough to fit in any strange shape, filling our voids -large or small- and satisfying our thirst . It is necessary to live.
Imagine you are walking through the Sahara alone, and you have a canteen that keeps itself full as long as you are not only aware of, but also grateful for it's great and magical attribute.
After so long, you come across another person who also has a self-sustaining canteen. They are attractive and you would like to get to know them more, and ask them to join you on your journey although neither of you know how you got there, or where you're going. They agree, because they are headed the same way and, well, traveling through the desert with someone sounds so much nicer than going through alone. You have come to find that this person is quite enjoyable. Good-looking, entertaining, smart, sometimes irritable but, hey - you're traveling through a vast desert. Who wouldn't be irritable?
You often share your water with them even though they have their own. Yours has a certain taste, different than any other type of water in the world. They enjoy it, and share their one-of-a-kind water with you. As this give and take goes on, you are happy to have this different water in your life. Different and sweeter than you could give yourself.
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