Rainbow

When you're in love with someone, you become your own worst enemy. You do things you'd never think you'd do, participate in things your former self would call you CRAZY for doing... you'll agree to things that make no sense. All for the sake of keeping your lover happy.

Why? Why do we do such stupid shit? And why is it that we don't realize how stupid EVERYTHING was until after its gone - done - finito - good riddance.

Falling out of love - no, excuse me - being yanked out of love is pretty painful. I've never done the research to find out what causes the physical pains in our chest but we've all felt them. But learning how to become your own person again is the pot of gold at the end of the traumatizing ride down the "love rainbow".

It's amazing. Seriously, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love being free, independent, spontaneous and just a little crazy. Not answering to anyone is very liberating let me tell you. But when does it get old? Constant work, art, friends, music, pets, drugs, money, fame? That can only fill the void for so long. Some day our souls will begin to yearn for a mate once again.

Fuck. Another Rainbow.