At the age of 21, I can proudly declare…that I have broken 11 hearts, the majority of which were online (clarification: maybe not break their hearts, but at least upset them horribly – tee hee!). Not like this though. I have no great invention. I have no infamy.
It was sometime in June 1999 that some guy from *gasp* Iowa State wrote a poem titled \”Love and Confusion\”. Lately, I have been thinking about the disasters I caused when I was much younger. The kind of drama I used to create on ICQ and e-mail. Especially how quick I was able to enrapture guys\’ hearts because of the way my writing used to be so lyrical. Sigh, nostalgia.
Thinking about the love of others,
instills one the feeling of confusion.
People say they give their love but,
is it just delusion?
Love is something sought after,
something that is not bound.
Mixed-up emotions inside yourself,
waiting to be found.
Confusion is something unwanted,
a feeling of frustration.
Letting it run your life,
equates to the question of your creation.
Two words that are seemingly different
and yet realistically the same.
A pair of emotionally filled words,
that could give the other blame.
How are you to correctly judge,
what is love or what is confusion?
I believe the two to be the same,
this is my conclusion.
One can replace the other but,
always creates a mess.
Do I want to confuse you?
The answer would be: yes.
In other news, I am kind of shocked that the majority of visitors come here not by referral.