In the intensity of people you’ll often times find a misaligned suffering in which if you’re not careful could pull you under. An amorous disposition here would likely result in a near drowning in the immortal songs of Jeff Buckley. You hear the warnings of lifeguards, you see the no swimming signs, and for a minute you stand with apprehension and watch the sea swell and then break upon the shore. The velvet of the sand beneath your feet massaging from ground up and basking in the sun of contentment should be enough to keep away a vehement desire to swim in an erratic ocean. Digging your feet into the sand, there you go, running into choppy waters.
The mightiest of all emotions, passion, overwhelms reason every single time. I’ve told people that there was only a small but significant window of time in which your mind has a chance to save you before you fall into the abyss of love. But, at that juncture freewill is rarely exercised so you tumble downward. You would think, I presume, since those are my fighting words that I would be exempt from love foolery. Alas, I am not. I am clumsy at best and vying for a second-coming of naivety. Despite this awareness, I break windows. I just hope the cuts heal in time to collect the sea glass.