Love is a misery and when it strikes our way we all see nothing but pure gratification, we experience warmth not only in our loins but deeply rooted in ours soul.
Beauty is the feeling so surreal that we surrender the notion of what we term as personal beliefs are exited through the window and compromise is the hard hit reality we have to gamble with for now.
The levels shift gears when hate is injected and the purity shaken be it by betray, jealousy or whichever the case. The imperfections starts to be more visible since the eyesight becomes quite clear wiped away is the fog and the bigger picture is clear.
Contention is nothing short of what was and what is since the things you’ve been told by friends, family or heard about your partner starts making more sense, not a day goes by that one doesn’t despise the feeling that theirs guard was lowered and stupidity heightened to a place where clarity was a word on the dictionary.
Sir. George Githunguri
© 20th April 2009