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love [luhv] - noun
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1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
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To lie here, to just listen to ones heart in a state of meditation, to think; how and why does a organ that sustains my physical existence have such a strong and pronounced connection with the concept of love? I say concept in that scientifically it is merely a chemical reaction and spiritually it is a connection of souls. To debate it is meaningless as humans as a whole will have different views as long as free will exists, but I'll come to that.
Love to some is just a passing thing to enjoy while it lasts, others see it as a goal to aspire to, but to some such as myself; I view love as a thing of neither of the two views mentioned above. Love is an addiction. To me, love is something that can make a day worth living over and over again or make you wish the world would just swallow you whole. The amazing thing is is the rate in which it can fluctuate.
To put in to an extreme context; it is something I can neither live with or without, but as with all addictions once away from the source you must come down from the high provided. This 'down time' comprises more and more of ones time. More and more until your consumed, at which you not want 'love', you need it.
I lie during one such 'down time' loathing myself for my addiction, and regretting choices I've made. The walls, feeling and all my other senses seem colourless. Senses are monochrome. I hear, see, taste, smell and feel on extreme or the other. A piercing scream shatters my left eardrum like a bottle thrown to the gutter and immediately mutes. Numbness as I sit up staring at my TV..... My mind seems like a room separated thick glass. I can only stare as my feelings stare back unable to communicate...... Just staring. I know the want out but they like myself, have given up. Succumbed to my addiction, given in to the humming urge in the back of my skull. I am hers. I am broken but whole. An addict. Tainted but unmistakably human.

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Just a tad late? I felt like writing a story so there you go. Hope its not too s**t yeah? Comments much appreciated.

Lets see if English comms gotten the better of me.

Thanks, it means alot. I wrote it on the spot so the formatting was what I estimated the page to come out like. How was the spelling? That was like the one thing I was worried about.

Nicely done Aron. That was more than I ever expected from you. Maturity my friend, this is the kind of thing that shows that you can indeed write outside of a comfort zone.

I told Sieg the other day that I was going to write a book in my down time next year. When I tell him it'll be a story about human interaction (Like 'A Truth for Me') His hopes are dashed.

Sieg then said, "If I were to write a book, I would write fantasy", for which there is no market in Australia but that's besides the point.

People who are willing to betray their own uncomfortable aspects in their writing, and are not afraid to address raw emotions like love and hate, are the ones that make good writers in my opinion.

Also there's a "your" where there should be a "you're"