How are we any different?You and I are the same.How are we any different?We both share the same name.Is that anyway to live with those who we supposed to love?Is that anyway to live by building walls between you and me?

Pain can make us lash out in unexpected ways.Pain can make us hurt those we care about.Pain can build walls between two human souls.

Love is such a horrific word. Love is such a magnificent word. Love is something that is lost to me. Love I don’t believe exists for me. I search for it everywhere I go. I search for it in faces unknown. I search for in all that I do. Love is what makes the light shine through. Love has eluded me once more. Love is a very tricky feeling you know. Because love makes me lose my mind in the brokenness of life.

We always expect to experience things on an intimate level. We want to feel intimately, we want to love intimately, we want to breathe intimately. We invest ourselves in moments that reminds us of intimate connections and then we suffer because we are not experiencing it for ourselves. We yearn, we dream, we desire not realizing that love can be friendship too.