knatt
someone steals. your heart, your possessions, your life. either way, you feel as if a part of you is now with that person. funny, that feeling is, not being able to go back to that constant. sometimes it's a relief, or maybe it's scary. i like to believe that the only things worth stealing in this world are hearts. i'm not sure whether anyone else thinks mine is worth stealing, though. and i suppose that's the sad part.
one of the seven deadly sins, this can be one of the strongest emotions in the world.
tradition, it smells good and old, like home. i want my cat. i want my old dog. i miss those days, back then when the sun shined and everything was alright. treat me right. i can't wait to be domestic, a family. something to love and live for.