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Love. Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences. You build up this whole armour, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, listen to your ramblings for hours or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside- you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.Do I?

Insomnia

It's after dusk, when dreams come alive, that the head is de-clogged, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. Is there an attraction to insomnia...I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out this before, but i strongly believe in its existance; the night seems to release a little more of our vast prehistoric instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. Yes, perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A "sleepless night" is not always something to lose sleep over.

Thoughts

Languid feelings
Slowly envelope us
Inspiring us to take
A sinful little nap
On a Sunday afternoon
As the time zones spin on
You and i
Alone
Content
Here in
The warm cocoon
Of our thoughts