Superman M2 Erin's blog: "Illusion"

Insight into the Human Condition Part 3- Two souls one heart, A brief introduction into Love....

Love
/l?v/
Noun.
Verb.
(I am aware this the part where I leave some textbook defination, however...this is different so lets go full on different. Instead...a qoute.)
1 Corinthians 13: 4-8:
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."

(Now for the satire.)

Since the dawn of man one thing has plaqued him. No joke wars have been started over it, people have DIED. This is serious business. It is viral warfare at its finest. It spreads by methods unknown, faster then any pandemic. Once you hae it, game over man, For there is no cure. It WILL grow inside you untill it consumes you or your mind snaps from the insanity or you manage to keep it in check in a pseudo sense of control. This is beyond primal instinct, It is encoded in our very genetic makeup waiting to be triggered. This is by far the most important part of and likely the root of the Human Condition. An emotion so deep seeded with such power people can rarely find the words to come close to doing it justice. As I pen this down (Then transcribe it to text.) I ponder if even I am up to or able to complete such a task. Well let us just see...Are you ready to take part in this journey with me? Ready? Ok Good...Second star to the right and straight on till morning....

She takes his breath away, he stole her heart with his first kiss. She cant leave his arms, he cant let her go.  She looks to him with so much hope, he tries to be her Superman swooping in a moments notice to save her. She is afraid to lose he is afraid to fly. She thinks she is not worth his time, he thanks the stars for bringing her into his life. 
How can you tell someone the way that, simply watching them sip coffee...or the way she looks away from you when she is hiding the truth or trying to avoid you seeing her true colors that those are the things you love about her? How can you discribe something that can be so pure uplifting, euphoric, and yet filled with some much pain and sorrow at times? I can't help but try and make every second count but there is just so much to say...And yet so little. I have trouble finding the words, to say what I mean and want all the time. There just isnt enough. I must make enough.  Even now as I draw this to a close...I feel...I haven't hit my mark. Something is missing, so much more to say.
So in short I will close with this.
I
Love
You.

Insight into the Human Condition Part Two: Fear the Darkness. Amber.

fear
/?fir/
noun: fear; plural noun: fears
    1. an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.
        synonyms:    terror, horror, agitation, trepidation, dismay, anxiety, worry, angst, unease, apprehension, apprehensiveness, nervousness, perturbation, foreboding;

Shadows creep down the wall, stalking, reaching with shapeless arms. Powers unparalleled, whispers on the wind it speaks. Addressing the darkest parts of me. I turn from it, but it seems no matter the direction I run how far or fast I cannot hide from the shadow, my shadow. When I manage to make it fade I hear it echoing in my head the voice fimiliar but still not my own....or is it? I pound at my temples trying to get it out. Tell the voice to just shut the fuck up. I try not to listen to the things it says, some mimiced from things heard. Truths? I smile and put on a masquerade...Few can see through it cause I don't let them in.  How can you outrun your own shadow? How can you win an internal battle fought against your ownself? Fear. Darkness. Lost in the sea of painfull words, lies and manipulation. Self serving pricks.

Reboot.

Amber hues, bursting forth like the display on a night in July. Color returns, soft soothing. Unfimiliar. The world in your eyes. The stars illuminate from your smile. I melt into you. I feel your heart and mine synced and writting a symphony to the stars. I sway, pull you close as I can nothing more matters then this moment. Don't ever let it end. Fear abolished. My mask slowly cracks turning a bright red.
To be continued.... 

Insight into the Human Condition: Introspection and other thoughts.

in·tro·spec·tive
adjective.
    Characterized by or given to introspection.
    "He grew withdrawn and introspective"
    Synonyms: inward-looking, self-analyzing, introverted, introvert, brooding.

Just another 3am. Staring endlessly in the shadows as they merge in their twilight dance above me. Emotions linger chasing their way through my head, a taste that haunts my tongue. I want more. Your presence is a mixture between a fine intoxication and a paralyzing  feeling that comes over me in waves. Time stands still.  The clock ticks out its mundane nocturne. Your bubble is filled with sorrow and heartache, you trapped yourself in your own personal hell. I scream on the inside with lips sealed shut. Let me help wash the letdown and broken promises out of your mind. You feel like the rope you are cling to is slipping and your bubble about to pop, allowing this world to shatter. Let go. Peeling away this paint chip by chip, layer by layer. You dont understand this almost magnetic pull towards each other. Force majeure. Let go. I wont always have the answers but when I dont I will fake it. More chasing shadows down the rabbit hole.