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Oh, my
friend, I have a troubled mind. I rest my back with a starry blanket on my head, with reflections of distant bodies and some not distant at all. How can I merely gaze upon some, while you are so fresh in my mind? How sweet is the agony of being in love? With countless reasons why I should not feel; and things I should not see. Yet, my soul yearns for the forbidden; untouchable you. Love is easy; it is an ongoing thing of that which is known. It calls for no major decisions, just has rules of what you should and shouldn’t do. Adoring a foreign flower or being; well… that is new territory you see. The adrenaline rush is exhilarating; it makes you feel alive. I have a theory; that it is those who forget how to fall in love which fades away young. What is a heart if it can not feel? How does one restrict its abilities by confining the boundaries in which it may feel? Was the physical heart designed to beat but once or twice? Being in love and loving are two very separate things! I am a mustang, not just someone’s horse. I should roam the wild, not run in circles for another’s delight. How do you ever tame something so completely wild? Or; am I to be grateful for the acre on which I must feed? I dream of a time when my heart may gallop free; beat the whole time. I yearn for the possibilities of where it could feed; to roam the unknown until I meet my doom. Yet, I am not displeased of where I am, but I may have only one. Oh, the options… if only they could be less complex. Do I roam free or stay under care? How much of a mustang am I really then? |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |