Tuesday, December 16, 2008


My heart, it seems, is an insensible creature. 
It loves without discretion,
it becomes jealous without discretion,
it breaks without discretion.

(mine. click to see its intricacies.)

I want to love, I want my heart to enfold everything, everyone.
But if I accept that it will do that, which I can't keep it from doing, everything hurts.

(mine. click to see its subtleties.)

There seems to be a fine line between love and pain,
a glass wall, a fragile boundary, 
one that too often in my life is broken.

(mine. click to see its detail.)

How does one love without hurting? 
Is it possible?