The community of strangers

A fragment of the possible first chapter of the possible story...








Well I, I have a theory you see, that is that love is undeniable, unforgettable, unforgivable and indivisible. You can't say "loved" in the strict sense, my theory is that once you love you never get the chance to tell it off, it carves you consumes you inch by inch, everyone gets a piece of your heart, and long after old lovers have fled, you hold a subtle image of them in the back of your thoughts, a half smile, a beauty mark, blue eyes... You forget the rest, you learn to, survive by doing so. But you don't stop the love, you stop the loving, that you do, but the love? never.

A community of strangers

This is the possible beginning to a story I might or might not get to write. It's not much but I like the beginning, ta good enough right?

It was love shooting off in every directions, aiming nowhere specifically, crashing injuries and repeating echoes, making waves of ideals, feeding them all. Wounds did not cauterize, everything was a spark, an army of hearts.