more than just words

why do we as humans chase pain its better than not feeling anything at all its better to walk into a burning building and feel the heat  than drive past it in the cold our heartbeat increases as we walk through the centre which is better  than  the dullness of strolling on the pavement of the road and drowning in an ocean we cannot swim rather than wonder if the water feels like what we forebode why do we as humans chase pain to feel alive i suppose the greeks masked pain with love and turned it into a show Shakespeare  did the same   enticing us in Romeo poisoned us with thoughts  to scar our arms our minds our lives  and our hearts and we keep reading because we enjoy the pain we keep holding on because sun comes after rain we wear the same clothes over and over and over again despite the blood stain on the sleeves to remind ourselves that we are alive to feel something anything pain

if these walls could speak they would play the melody of things we did whilst we were young the melody of our favourite song the danger of looking into the eyes of stars perfectly aligned a lion laying like a king slain by an arrow galloping to pierce a loving beating heart the walls would begin right at the start the tension bouncing around the space the windows closed no place to escape to the space felt so safe  with you it was a race against time if these walls could speak the walls would beg for a break  from all the emotions that were at stake and promises to be fulfilled  when these walls are no longer filled with us the doubts hung like art the image so clear it could've ripped us apart but the walls reminded us of the start when there was no place to escape to but the space felt so safe with you they saw us bound the words long overdue the walls harvesting something true  something old becoming somet...

may be partly inspired by true events but pretty much complete works of fiction stick around x