I’ve been in love before but it felt more like Captain Corelli’s Mandolin’s quote on love; still it ended. Eight years in isolation to heal from that… Having breakfast with my shadow, we had quite the discussion, I can do this again finally or so I thought. Okay, so moving forward actually feeling sick… like a narcotic was racing through me; always wanting more. Never enough, head burning. Getting hurt quick, which is the kind of love I am referring to. Maybe it was’t even love but masked lust regardless I never want it to happen again…You fall in love with the things you only know, the things you may never touch. I am fine with my shadow; there is a comfort there that at least is warm, where I exist.



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