today. i fell in love. it's a strong hard love. one that will never fail. one that will be there to count my faults. and it so happens to be my favorite kind of love. the most brutal kind. but it hurts my little body, it hurts. it likes to smash me, and paint my nails a navy blue. it likes to create fantasies with me, and tell me all the concerns and dark thoughts. but my only problem is, i don't know what i am in love with. am i just in love with the fact that i am in love? i am in love with the wind? (i tend to leave my window open when i sleep. for all i know the wind could be blowing it's love all over me.) could i be in love with the fact that i kind figured why i am a terrible person? maybe. maybe i am just feeling summer in my window. 
or i could just be in love with cats. 








can't we just be in love already?

sarah janelle.