Comfortably I sit in a room full of love, a world full of prosperity and never ending fairytales. Time lapses, humans transform and I don’t know who I am. What is my name? Why am I here? What happened to me? Love can be a broken promise. It divides hearts, and the person you thought you use to be. I am worn, loved, reborn, content and then devastated once again. You feel as if you are one, but you were born in two. You were born a half and found your laugh in their heartbeat. Love is strange, love is kind, but did anyone ever tell you love molds you into an addict of itself? Heart breaks, heart aches, joyful hours and over whelming powers. No one stood there for days contemplating when my tears were going to stop overflowing in the feathers of my pillows. I was drowning in how I lost myself. Now, awkward and unsure I sit in a room full of waves of despair. Time lapses, I am renewed and I know who I am. My name is her who resonates in me. I live in this world of resent. I live in this world of lows to highs and highs to lows. I live in this world of delicate memories, and jubilant centuries. We are, you are, I am love. We speak into other people’s minds the words that send rockets rushing through their brains wondering when they will find the match to their heart half-shaped necklace. The love we assure sends shivers down the spines of those in lust. We must differ who we teach, for who knows the light of a true love. We shall believe in the word of him who is true. There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. Do not live in fear, nor live comfortably. Explore, love, forgive, and create yourself. You do not have to find yourself to be the author of your story. Create the life you designed in the depths of your brain, based off of the honesty in your heart. Your cup is overflowing remember, neither half full nor half empty. Live, do not exist. The past is apart of you, it is not who you are. The future will be ready to tell your story when you are. Be ready, this life is contrary to your nature.