They say...

They say love will transform you, will make you see the world in a different light. I think
about the love people say they have. It seems almost bitter, with one party controlling the other. And one day they will drift away...the continents will diverge. Yes, lovers are seashells on the shores of time, one day they will be washed into the sea to be among the glass and dead crustaceans. I'm usure where love will take me, whether it will be the bottom of the ocean, or if I will fly along the skyline like an adolescent hawk. Shall I just glide like paper planes in humid summer days, when the earth is on fire? Or will emotion push me off the edge? Will I be struggling in the dreary days that pass and fill the space between youth and age?Should I recall the poems of innocence and experience, and oh, how my childhood was swept away.I should have been the thread to sew the seams of the heart; I should have been among the other fawns; I should have murdered that feeling of indignation and rage.
My body is uprooted every morning. My reflection stares back at me, and I can remember the childish gaze I had when I was still a fledgling. But now I am swan; the epitome ofbeauty and grace. So dead is my face and the copper hair that falls upon my shoulders. If your mind only teemed with the thoughts mine did. If only you should think what I think; maybe you would think twice. All this sweetness I seem to display is just a scratch upon my character. My countenance is just that-- nothing more.