The Writers' Circle

Part 1
Spinning...spinning, spinning endlessly. Today, yesterday. Tomorrow. Present, past, future. So past, present and future is it a repeat?  Different yet retaining some similar quality about it. I am so sick and fed up. Why do we do it? Why do I do it? A waste of time, it means nothing just superfluous decadence but the truth is tomorrow I'll be in a different state of mind to the one that I am in now, it will be as if today never happened, like the emotions I'm feeling today never existed. Did it hurt when I hurt you? How does it feel? What have you got to say now?...Waste of my time. I had forgotten how it felt back then..It just vanished once again like it never happened but then suddenly like a blast from the past, I was reminded of the emotions, and the feelings you made me feel. Do I like it? I don't know. One day it all falls apart and what was it all for if you can't even save it. 

Part 2
Let's play a game. I haven't thought about the rules and conditions yet, but I know it's going to be a fun one. See we're all programmed to enjoy pleasure but we are not necessarily programmed to want to please. Today is just like any other day, but I've woken up with my head full of thoughts..Always thinking, thinking until I no longer know what is logical and what doesn't make sense anymore. 

Part 3
It's happening again, I'm losing myself, that can't happen, not again. It's so sad it's happening this way, well who knows maybe in another life we can say we'll be together but for now we're not destined to be. To break that destiny would just interfere with the soul, for I don't want to be blamed for breaking another heart and don't want you to hold a guilty conscience. 

Part 4
"You're like a star" he said, stroking her cheek so delicately like a rose petal. It wasn't clear to him how precious she'd become to him, the effect she had was becoming more apparent each day as his feelings for her were growing by the second  ever so intensely with each glance.touch.kiss.embrace and her voice was like a lullaby. Lying in his arms with her gently breathing on his neck, felt like paradise. She calmed him, brought him down to earth where once only chaos existed. She kept him sane. He was falling.falling in love, something he didn't like the thought of. As when you fall in love, you lose a part of yourself, as your judgement, decisions and actions become heavily influenced by the one you love. So, in the process you're no longer living by your terms and in a sense you become a martyr. So you see my point is that the notion of being 'dangerously in love' is just that- 'dangerous', something that potentially could be quite a good thing for the well-being but has been blown out of proportion so ends up becoming somewhat unhealthy and disease-like, as too much of something is never good for you, I never used to agree with this but now I really recognise the truth in it.