London's blog: "Never judge the Cover before looking inside."

The wall had a crack in it.  Love shown through. Love crumbled that wall into many pieces. Tears of mine made the foundation of concrete.  I have the opportunity to gather bricks and mix the concrete.  The wall is slowly being built with others' mistrust, miscommunication of un-told storys and leading persumptions. I have to regain control of my emotions again.  I did have a "love" motion slip out of control.  I guess "love" at the time did not want to be trapped behind the wall. But what "love" does not know, it is the most dangerous emotion bestowed of me.  Thou, there are so many meanings for the term love.  I love my friends, I love my family, I love my son, I love my hair (yes, I know that is weird.  But I do have beautiful hair!) and I love yellow roses and wildflowers.  And of course I love coffee. But the "love" that I am talking about is the thought of finding that true love that could shatter the one emotion that is the hardest for I to control. I learnt so hard to control my emotions and the thought of sharing the one emotion that tends to hurt lives of so many people is dangerous. The thought of sharing that "love" emotion has been an adinfinitum thought.  But the thought of it being shattered like a glass of red wine slipping out of his fingers and hitting the ground scares me.

Last time I put a metal lock on the wall's single brick.  But it was picked and the emotions just showered out like a rainbow after a spring shower into a flowing river.  This time I think I will put in a computer chip and install a password.  Got to try to stay modernized!  Therefore, maybe that emotion will stay locked up a little better, safe and controlled.