With RosesLove.Roses grow, just as love grows, but unlike the roses, love never dies.It continues to grow and expand, effecting everyone around it, digging roots deep into even the darkest soul of a human being, wrapping deadly thorns around the hearts and spreading venomous poision throughout the body, paralyzing limbs and suffocating the mind.Much like a spider, or perhaps a poisionous snake, the poision of love has hazardous and sometimes life-threatening effects on a person.Though the effects aren't what you think. They're wonderful feelings, a mind-numbing experience that only one whose heart and soul have been captured and seeded with love can know. If you truly are in love, you'll live to share the experience.Sometimes these things don't end the way we want them to, because sometimes the rose and roots of love wither and fade away from the heart and soul, and the formerly infected human is spread with a different kind of poision.Hate.A beatiful mare is killed in the w
LoveI was asked by a good friend one day what love was, and I paused, unsure of what to say.This wasn't something I was asked any other time. I could have been asked any other question, anything but the romantic question--what is love? What does it feel like, and most importantly--how do you know you're in love?So I sat and pondered, and thought and tapped my fingers all day.I was frustrated because I couldn't come up with the answer, so I resorted to listening to music and idly drawing on scraps of paper found around my room, searching for the perfect answer to give to my friend.Then I realized something, as I thought back to one Thursday in May...Love isn't something that can be defined. True love is something that can be fuzzy or funny or confusing; only you can tell what love is when you experience it. No one can tell you what it is, because it's different for everyone else.
a little doodle of chirami that I did on my new CS5 X3