37. Talk about someone you thought you were in love with
I plunged down that tragic abyss of falling for an idea.
It was warped - my reality was twisted and pulled and stretched into a spiraling cobweb that I am still, even now, slashing to dust. Because, fundamentally, I'm a sucker for fantasies. I'm a moth to the light of sweet nothings, and promises of grand romantic gestures. I'm a iron filling to the magnet of considerate thoughts and soft voices. I'm a speck in the universe to the black hole of endless possibilities, to breathless, agonied takes, to entire lifelines hanging on the possible conception of 'love'. Blind, deafening love. Exit: pursued by bear
It was warped - my reality was twisted and pulled and stretched into a spiraling cobweb that I am still, even now, slashing to dust. Because, fundamentally, I'm a sucker for fantasies. I'm a moth to the light of sweet nothings, and promises of grand romantic gestures. I'm a iron filling to the magnet of considerate thoughts and soft voices. I'm a speck in the universe to the black hole of endless possibilities, to breathless, agonied takes, to entire lifelines hanging on the possible conception of 'love'. Blind, deafening love. Exit: pursued by bear
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