dude is on to something. there’s really no other plausible explanation.
a state worthy of its glory, to love someone is to feel alive. part of something and part of someone. love is earth’s most common story; the heart art’s most inspired muse.
along the way it seems we’ve all been hard-wired to find it seek it chase it. to dive in, roll around and not come up to breathe for days. that perhaps it conquers all.
but only love and its potency can make a girl so tumble. turn blind to black and white. pull her up off the earth, away from all sense and sensibility. morph a reflection to the unrecognizable.
love. we plead insanity. only temporary, of course.