Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

"Gazing out into the blackness of the night she couldn't help but find something some fear and other's look at with repulse so beautifully  bittersweet.
She knew that feeling too well "
The mind is a beautifully broken place it can often use it's self to understand it's self a beautiful little paradox .
But more often  than not turn on our self even though the logic is there to understand pain is to suffer from the bitterness of reality we can't argue with reality.
 The scorpion could teach us alot about the senseless pain we cause our own selves we do more often than not ...Hurting ourselves over the one thing we cant seem to let our hearts do  accept what has happened  we would  rather think of every way we could have stopped it go over every memory as if we will find the solution only to wish we hadn't cause our self more sorrow of opening up the wounds that were healing  just as the scorpion when caught in a fire with what looks like no way out ,will then sting itself to death only to paralize it ,only  having to endure the flames along with the  poison it released on its self . But i find hope in our very own self destructive 
Thoughts if you can make it through a lonely night with nothing but that you have the courage to make it through anything , if you can't find the sunshine become that very thing you have searched so hard for, as the love I felt so long ago that now has become the villain I couldn't seem to find a hero in another soul as I did in the man that It took a lot of love to hate and a hero that never came to save me from the dark heart that only returned hurt for my love. 

 I failed to realize if I had only let myself be saved. . Maybe I would have gotten to me in time .
Maybe that's the bittersweets of logic ,of reality ,we search so hard for what we need and never find no matter the different paths, the different hearts and pain we fight our selves to get through only to continue learning the same lesson and failing to see we can't find it in another because we were always it .  My God ,If i  had only taken all the love I had given to the beautiful killer of my heart and gave it to myself ..