Sun, 14 Dec 2025 15:24:12 +0000

My heart is aching, bleeding, pouring out for the one that I love
It keeps me up at night
It wakes me early in the morning
What have I become?
Have I been consumed?

By the drug that is called love

I understand the romantics
Who couldn't live without it

Drug addicts really

Thank god for meditative practice and tools to regulate. Poor souls are those who don't have this.