Literature
Only States of Mind
It is difficult to describe...
Love was beautiful once. A fleeting moment which seemed to hang in the balance. Never staying in one place, but never leaving. It was the greatest feeling in the world, until it all came crashing down. If that wasn't enough it would happen again, and again, and again. It was an endless cycle of hopes, dreams, and happiness that would inevitably crash all around my like so many shards of a shattered stained glass window. These emotions controlled me, drove me to acts previously thought to be unspeakable. As I gazed around me at the shar