Gabriel's Tell A Tale Emporium

Why is it that as you become older you find it harder an harder to date? You meet new people and none of them feel right. Is it the standards past lovers have set within your mind , or is it your bodies natural instincts screaming NO! THIS IS NOT THE ONE FOR YOU?! Of the seven billion people on this earth how are you suppose to find the right one? How does love start in the first place? Is it achieved with just a glance or is that simply lust? Is it the comfort built over time that turns to love or is it simply a chemical reaction to the safe and familiar? How important is trust? Is it the end all be all factor, or can it be an insignificant idea that we have as humans put too much false belief in? Are we meant to be monogamous, sharing our lives with one other person, or are we meant to spread the seed and give into our baser instincts? What happens when love is lost and things don't work out the way you envisioned them to? Does time really heal all wounds, or does the passing of

I lack no love on my birthday, and yet I miss someone terribly. It says that time heals all wounds and that may be so, but the heartache increases ever more drastically. I wish you were still here like the way it use to be but better. I still got love for you, I thank you for breaking your silence, and I miss you like crazy.  -G.

Heart of stone covered in clover, when will the madness, this insatiable longing be over? I've fought for years and it's stronger than ever, it rules my world, perhaps I shall be rid of it never? This is not a way to live, wrapped in shadows and darkness. Is this all there is, an endless day of overcast clouds, a night ruled by the heartless? The answers I seek are nowhere to be found. I pray for this punishment to end for the sins abound. If I am stuck in my hell so private, I can survive but happiness, to thee I fear I shall never arriveth. The silence presses in with it's weighty stare. Tell me someone how did I go from here to there? How do I get to that place full of love and bliss? Tell me, what kind of life is this?

I close my eyes and see wicked things. I am haunted by the memories of feelings. I have become a recluse, social interactions have become a pain to me for all I desire is to look into your eyes once more and know that I am home.