Feb. 14, 2006
Screaming and shouting. I’m a bull and all these reds are making the day harder to go through without bumping my head on some unwanted piece of persuasion. The hearts are screaming at me to go hide in my room. People frantically heading to the flower shop to pay the overpriced overseers of the day for a moment of relief. All that we know is that today, half the people in the world are in bliss with love and devolution and all the beautiful crap in their warn and fuzziness inside. And the other half are the anti’s. The ones who denounce the day and wish that there were only one gender in this painful world of theirs. Isn’t the point of it all to feel a little happiness…. Or did someone say that there was no happiness without pain. Regardless of which direction the heart sways, it is a day, and tomorrow we forget that hearts were once together or hearts were once alone. Love if just this wonderfully painful celebration that we figure deserves at lease one day of recognition...