Today, I feel the pain of the world as she reaches her arms out for my chest, as if to steal my delicate little heart away.
“Please,” I say, “take good care of it until I return.” As I offer my heart and soul to an indescribable figure from another dimension.
I have no plan. I don’t know where I am going, I don’t know how I’m getting there, I don’t know when I’ll be back, hell, I don’t know if I’ll ever be back! The truth is I’m lost and alone. I’ve always been an outsider though, so it’s not a new feeling. I yearn to feel like I belong–to find someone, something or somewhere that makes me feel like I belong–even if I don’t or ever do.
This insatiable desire, it haunts me. My heart feels as though it is locked away in an unknown void waiting to be set free from a lifetime of misery, and ready to shower the world with love. A love so powerful that it transcends far beyond something as simple as another dimension. No void can contain that, not a single universe can come between that, because love is eternal. Love is everywhere from as large as all the universes combined, down to the most minuscule particles. Love is everything, it’s what we live for, it’s what we die for, it is, by far, the most precious commodity in existence. After all, Love is what gods, or the idea of gods, are made of.
But, love means nothing if you don’t understand it, and I don’t understand it at all.