Love is so beautiful. And I guess that's the problem. The bittersweet tantalising.
Love. We go crazy for it, and some die searching for it.
And the funny thing is that a human heart is a muscle.
Love. And the pain that comes with it. And the fact that words are just nothing compared to it. Nothing. It is absurd, the whole thing. And at the same time, the feeling, it's everything. It is all.Madness, and such addictive madness.
Oh, where art thou, cynicism?
(Jokes. I'm actually a sappy little sap-sap all the time, I simply hide it. And really well, thankyou very much.)
(I think these are the effects of singing 22 concerts consisting of songs about love. And variations of.)
Sappy, M.
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