The sublime nature of love
I feel like being a romantic chic at times. Love is the child of curiosity and father of depression. I would love to say a ‘NO’ to its proposal. Let it be a single parent.
I have a different view regarding the mess I have created or was already there in my life. I have never been a constant person or maybe I have because change is the only constant. My mind is a disaster embracing the beauty of massacre occurring there.