



With my head in the clouds...
Please, prove me wrong.
It is one’s natural instinct to be dependant on another. If you think logically about it, the body is dependant on the legs, to support it. The heart is dependant on the chest, to hold it. And love, is dependant upon the love of another, to nourish it. For in the end, the singular strength of one, isn’t a comparable measure to that of which is doubled.
I can't write to save my life. I'm really quite atrocious, and i'm waiting for someone to tell me so. But when i feel lost, i whip out my macbook, i shut the world out and pretend for just a while, that i'am as wonderful as Carrie Bradshaw...
"The world evolves around the principles of comparisons, so does one need to feel heartache to know what heartfelt is? There are so many points of conversation with the word love. Does the world evolve around love? Because in reality we use the word love to describe so many of our likings. My perception of love is the feeling of being overwhelmed by someone or something’s existence. When you feel weak at the knees at the simple thought of that being. When you feel nervous to do the things that you know at the back of your head. When your heart beats at a pace that cannot be counted, and when butterflies are in a crowded flutter in your stomach. Then there is the perception of being loved. To be admired. To be regarded with wonder, pleasure and approval. To be accepted with or without fault. To be quite simply tied with the ideals of perfection, where every supposed flaw is not an imperfection, but something that is loved. What does it take to appreciate love. To recognise that something wonderful exists in a world full of so much evil. "