I feel as though my love is a curse. The curse spreads to those I embrace. My mind wanders, stumbles, then gains a moment of stability. I feel deeply, but my feelings change with every breath of my existence. I take people with me not meant to travel down this road. The words that flow from my mouth are true at that moment, but like the wind they seem to blow in many directions unexpectedly. I long for feelings that stay in one form. Feelings that I can count on is what my soul searches for. I hate the pain that I have caused to those who have encountered this curse. I want to wash myself of this, but I am afraid that it is embedded to deeply.
