The color of rebellion.

I have been thinking. I know, wow right?





We all go throughout life attempting to simply survive, possibly succeed. However, underneath it all, we're all looking for someone...something that can truly make us happy. I don't care who you are. I don't care if your the old nun at the old church on the corner or the hooker across the street. Everyone wants something that can truly make their life complete. Now, there are some people who instead of actually searching for that one thing decide that maybe having a lot of artificial happiness can compensate. We see this a lot in hollywood. People will settle with one thing because it is attractive and in a week they've moved on to the next little toy.





However, this is not how life should be.





Deep down, we all know what we want. Maybe it's someone who cooks you breakfasat after a crappy night. Maybe it's someone who gives it up on the first date (although i'm not too sure that's love..). Maybe your love is just someone who will put up with your wild obsessions with Australia. Who knows. All we can know is that we all have some quality that holds us bound and forces us to love every bit of it.

The Color Of Rebellion.

My love is the color of rebellion.
It smells of violence
It is the flavor of rocking out,
Feels like a minority
And carries a hellacious tune.
Like water, uncapable of capture
And free to breathe
If you can't love my water
Than find your source of glue.