Bridges

[kianna_leigh]

Love is throwing a grappling hook across a deep dark abyss. Love is building an unsteady bridge from one precarious ledge to another. Love is lining up two solid walls, and hoping they fit together.

Comments

[solstice_singer]

A somewhat dark, but still interesting, look at what love really is.

[kianna_leigh]

I'm glad you thought it was interesting. I sort of went out on a limb with this one.

[basric]

Quite lovely.

[kianna_leigh]

Thanks.

[lapis_lazuli615]

That last paragraph... ooof.

I've long thought that we need to develop telepathy, so that we can go to that place we've never been. And so that we can know when the other castle is cold and dark instead of warm and welcoming as it should be.

[kianna_leigh]

I don't know. I like not knowing. Knowing might take the fun out of it. Besides, I don't think I'd like people wandering around my mind castle.

[uncawes]

Love is what you want it to be

Getting close to that other castle, without ever really get inside it, is what makes life worthwhile.

[kianna_leigh]

Agreed

[violaconspiracy]

This one really grabbed me. Sparser in words than many of the other entries, but richer in imagery. Very nice.

[kianna_leigh]

Thanks.