Love is like a book, each page is a continuation from the last. Just when you think things are going well, you think things are going well you get to the next chapter “Bondages for the heart” you read it and you begin to make connections. Then when you go to sleep your worries become a metaphoric nightmare, a dark room alone. Zoom in on your eyes to see a waterfall “in the distance”, only meaning… tears. When you wake up, you flip through the rest of the book noticing there is nothing on any of the pages. When you realize yourself, I mean your was writing the story.
-Aaron Maxwell
Guest Contributor