phantom

Might have been stingy with my ear in the past life then

100 posts!century post bitches

Love is hope . Is it. It is infatuation I think. Love is despair. Love is ache. Love is that which makes us feel the lack of everything else . Love is balm.but is it. I find it to be torture. The blind leap of faith you want to take but always scared about the aftermath. About being the one ridiculed cause one always leaves and the one left is shattered with denial and confusion. so much confusion. Love heals . It does heal for a few weeks it does . But it also leaves . It leaves out of nowhere leaving you disorientated and the ache .oh the aching.the tears. Oh god the tears . Clutching the heart as we believe that us where it hurts the most and crying in the pillow.love is a fools errand ,do they say that. I don't know but i think it to be true. It is foolish to be willing to go through all the other emotions and suffer just for the one single overrated emotion. To be so scared yet so hopeful. Wanting nothing to do with it .yet never ceasing to hope for it. Romanticism and love.we confuse the two I guess. Despair and longing is it any different . I wonder and keep on repeating the same mistake or maybe it is the way of life and not necessarily a mistake. Kind of like us buying apple products despite their crazy antics to make us spend all we earn and we endorse it just as more. Life is all about making mistakes and repeating it on loop until we figure it out and then avoid everything to repeat the same mistake and in doing so we go through the exact motion of making another mistakes . Just another hamster on the wheel.

I hate it

Worry not you are on my mind just the same.

I can't give up right before my miracle.