Beloved

Becoming aware of one’s conscious decision not to love or be loved in return is the most unbearable feeling that has ever cursed my heart is.

In essence love is insanity that pulling all wonderers from the valley of the real into the unknown.  Welcome loves bipolar touch, feel its flames of passion and lust, or the cooling and soothing breeze coursing throughout your body. 

Overcome fears and open the hearts flood gates. 

Shut your eyes and be guided……… your beloved interlocks their fingers with yours weather it’s the song playing or the music the mind has created for this joyous occasion….. the moment imploded, your individual orbit has collided with one another…… finally eyes meet and are locked in a forever stare entrancing both,  breathing is slowed but still felt brushing against cheeks ….  All life outside of the universe has faded out of existence there are only sweethearts here….

steal the emotion and treasure if for all time, recall it during random periods of your life and know that I will shed a tear for those whom have yet to capture love. 

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[Aram Alexander]

This brings to mind the beginning of a conversation (and a friendship) I had some nights ago with a random stranger in a random bar at a random time in the black of the AM.
We sat side by side, separated by a few empty bar stools, me drinking a gin & tonic and her sipping what looked like just a soda, although I later found out she had laced it with cough syrup which contained Codeine.
Out of nowhere she mutters to no one in particular,
"There's a fine line between love and insanity."
I thought it was a poignant thing to say, so I said nothing.
Instead I let her words sink in so my tipsy mind might sluggishly wrap itself around them, envelop them, devour them as I do with all the words that truly speak to me.

A moment later it rockets forth; my opinion, like a jagged comet of realization crashing into the scarred surface of my psyche.
I finish my GinTonic and turn slightly towards her before speaking, mostly into my now-empty glass:
"Bullshit. There is no line. Love IS insanity. Why else would you allow somebody to hold your heart, not knowing whether or not they might let it fall and shatter? Love is Russian Roulette with an automatic weapon; the insane part is that we don't at all mind pulling the trigger."
And that's how I met Nis. (Nisrina)
She's damaged goods.
I'm a box of broken mirrors.
We get along pretty okay.

Anyhow, I loved this piece and was wondering if anything -any event or person- in particular prompted you to write it?

[Electric Scribe]

Well there are a couple different things that brought this on. I was casually dating a girl last semester whom I stated very much liking. We did everything together, we talked about everything, had political debates, enjoyed art, watched documentaries, made a movie for class, I even took care of her for a month when she was pretty much bed ridden and couldn’t make it to classes. I graduated, and she went to study aboard. We still talked almost daily online, and when it came to talk about our feelings, a subject she often avoided, it became clear to me. She was a hedonist, seeking pleasures of the world, she didn’t even want to come home, she never wanted family, I am pretty sure that stems from her relationship with her own family. According to her she never wanted to be in love, to settle down, to leave herself open to that kind of hurt. I think that was the last time we talked. Following this, at the end of June this year, I went to an amazing festival called Electric Forest in Rothburry Michigan. Our neighbors we three of the most awesome girls I had ever met, one in particular just took my breath away. My group and theirs became fast friends and went everywhere together. I would often get separated from my group and be with theirs, or just with hers. We talk daily still almost and are even talking about making a book together, me writing poems, and her illustrating. Very excited for that project. Her and I shared one magic night where I feel our spirits where dancing with each other to the beautiful sound of trance music performed by Above & Beyond. We left two days later and I was back to reality. I had a Wednesday appointment with my probation officer that landed me in jail for doing ecstasy at the event. While I was in there I read a book called "Lucifer’s Hammer” in the beginning chapters there was a women, very much like Shelby, the first girl I spoke of, refusing to be in love, blinded by independence and career. Following that I was reminded about the magical evening I had with Kelli in the forest. My heart dropped, and I realized that it is really a cruel world where there is a condition that forces someone to deny love. Who thinks true freedom is solitary, and as tears filled my eyes I went searching for a pencil so I could try to capture my passion for love and everyone to know its beauty. I know that is a really long explanation, and I am sure I could drag it out, but yes that was my inspiration for this.

[Aram Alexander]

Thanks for sharing this, Electric Scribe. :)

[Electric Scribe]

Thanks for caring about where it came from :)