A life of sand

A person can become your life to

the point that they are

all you ever knew.

 

The ability to walk slides out from under you

a rug over marbles over ice,

and you find yourself as a fawn dangerously

trying to find your footing in a

frozen world.

 

the left foot plants and

the right foot inches forward with caution

landing near its mark.

 

One will keep crawling in and

out

of beds to learn

what the other already knows.

 

Someone always hurts 

and the world if filled with

idiots

who don't understand much

especially about

love.

 

The something special leaves you

unceremoniously

it sneaks out the front door while you sleep

the same way it snuck in,

and it doesn't leave a note

or forwarding address,

and

even if it would have,

it's dead.

 

We are all grasping at the

sands of time

– some watch themselves get old

others try and keep love alive,

but it's all

just

sand.

A lost relation-friend-ship, from long ago

There was sex, sleep, conversation, and art. There was no love. We did not even love one another improperly.

The art was tired, and made in the spirit of fun. Art is only art when it is expressing an emotion. We expressed our humourous side, with a slice of our inner happiness.Happiness took its foot of the gas occasionally, and the remnants of past glittered with pain in the pupils of our eyes.

The sex was never tired, even when we were. The conversation never struggled, but never went much below the surface. Sleep didn't matter.

We existed this way for months, in between relationships, ex-lovers, and competing friendships. One day it broke, and we may have spoken a total of three sentences each since.

Even broken friendships are worth remembering. Some things that glitter lose their appeal too soon.There is an abyss of lost friendship, and conversations that should have happened. 

Sometimes we dance on the edge of both love and friendship. Sometimes we are too broken to dance.

Double standards: an interesting experiment via WTF is up with my love life

Now, I've been following WTF is up with my love life?! for quite awhile now. To summarize, it is a website concerned with anything relating to dating, relationships, romance, love, etc. It's a great blog, and features some interesting guest bloggers, and neat experiments. I encourage everyone to follow the blog, and real through it.

First, you'll learn a lot about love, sex, etc., especially if you're a bit unexperienced with the whole game (not meant in a disrespectful way, but dating, sex, love definitely have a game element to them). Second, you'll find great stories, which you should be able to relate to. Third, you can ask them for advice concerning your own love life. Fourth, and most importantly, They unveil a little of the underbelly of love and sex, which most people pretend doesn't exist, or deny the existence of!

Now, onto the experiment I mention in the title. The experiment is appropriately named "My "Experimental" WTF?! Summer," and it features a girl named Roz. She set out a list of ten rules for her summer, including things such as "I must approach a new guy every night hat I'm out on the town," and "If the kisses are lacking, then everything else probably is too. I must pursue no further." Her experiment, as you may notice, throws a lot of conventional gender roles on their head. She is charging herself with approaching guys, and in many cases, makes some of those important "first moves" that guys are apparently supposed to make according to the stereotypes. Also, she is going to be physical with these guys on the first date.

The experiment has been ongoing for over two months now. Roz recently posted an update to the challenge called "The WTF?! Summer Challenge: Midterm Review." She discusses how the experiment is going so far, and what she has learned thus far (in ten lessons!) I personally think the experiment is a great idea. I've read a lot of articles on dating, romance, and sex that feel so fake, and don't feel like reality in the least. I enjoy reading about someone who takes an honest approach to romance, and gets into the nitty-gritty of cross-gender relations. I encourage everyone to read the blog, and let me know what you think about it. I've often considered writing about my love life, and am happy to find that a lot of people can do so in an honest and open way, without losing their anonymity. The comments are yours. 🙂

all those years

All those years,you just stopped growing,and when growth stops,you’re dying.Allen said relationships are like sharks,keep swimming forward, or die,and that’s what life is like as well.Remember,life revolves around relationships,they make you who you are today,and who you’ll be tomorrow;they predict your future.Maybe that’s why you had moments,when you were full of greatness,when your character suggests the opposite.