From the Deap

Love is grey, not black, not white, but all that could be in between. What shade could it be, that depends on the mood. To many variation that no one can define. Scholars and doctors try to help bring light to it and make it seem simple. It just doesn't work the same all the time. What is it today? That would be a different answer for me than for you my friend. Is it my heart that is broken? I think not. My soul is yearning for something that I can not live without. I crave and desire the soft caress of a woman. I feel empty without the touch of another. Love can be shallow sometimes. I have a deeper thirst that can not be quenched by just the touch or closeness of a woman. My hunger is from deep in my soul and wants something that I have yet to find in this world. I need a person that can be my muse, my devil, my saint, my masterpiece, my disaster, my friend, my enemy, my lover, my hater, my leash, my freedom, my hero, my antagonist, my supporter, my supported, and my something that I can not say as it is so cliche. Why do these thoughts bring up questions that not a soul can answer? Leave it be or work on it to feel the happiness again. Not sure that life is meant to handle the fear, heartache, and lost feelings that I have. Move on.