Believe me, I'm a liar.

Honestly, I find this slightly odd.

I'm sitting out here with my laptop,

the Skull Candies, and my Sex Bom-Omb,

practically 5 inches from the rain.

And I love it out here.

The rain clouds my thinking,

makes me go slightly hazy.

But, today, tragically,

I am feeling rather philosophical.

See love, is really funny.

I'm beginning to find that I'm extremely intrigued by the fundamentals of it.

How it happens, why, with who? Why them.

It's fascinating to watch how people crumble to pieces without talking to their lovers for a day.

For example, my brother haha.

I'm still struggling to find a way to feel that again.

I mean, to feel like I need to live, because of that someone.

Time and time again, when pressure breaks me,

and I have no outlet to escape.

Wouldn't it be beautiful to just have a shoulder to lean on?

Or just to read together in an empty silence that just fills you up.

Love, is like a thirst.

It's like watching people around you drinking orange juice, lemonade, Coke, whatever you name it, on a hot, hot Sunday morning.

You start to feel like you're thirsty.

Even though the process of being thirsty is all in your head.

It's planted there by the things you see.

You look out for a drink,

this amazing wonderful drink.

With the right amount of fizz for excitement,

the color for show,

and a taste that you'll grow accustomed to and love.

It just happens that when you stumble along your way,

you find drinks that satisfy your need for short periods of time,

energy drinks, soft drinks,

that give you a little boost, and gets you along your way.

You toss the empty cans aside like they mean nothing.

Of course, things are hardly done intentionally.

You don't realize what you've done.

Until someone else picks you up,

drains you all out on the inside,

crushes your entire being in his fist.

And let's you free fall.

So, love not found is a lot like thirst.

Unquenchable, hard to find.

But one day, you'll get to the oasis.

And truly, that would be your beautiful begin, or the subtle downfall of your being.