Love isn't fairytales and dreams, it's not something that's just fabricated between people. Love can be unrequited, it can be unconditional, and sometimes even returned. It can be passionate, committable and full of intimacy, but it can also be cold, deniable and distant. Love is a strong feeling of affection but love itself is a chemical reaction, a mixture of sinful but unbreached elements that can cause all sorts of emotions. It can be fuelled by hate, by lust, by undeniable forces. But really its out of our hands, we can never touch it, we can never break it.
Once love is passing through our veins, the only way to remove it is to bleed it out. To shed the tears, the ashes of one's love, until nothing's left but it's empty carcass. Waiting for someone to bring it back to life, to blissfully hum its beat, for the sparks that connects one another together.
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Cháos (Coming Soon)
Roman pour Adolescentsχάος In Greek mythology, was a primeval void; a place that is far away, underground and 'gloomy'. Was said to have born Gaia (Earth), Tartarus (Below Hades), Eros (Attraction), Erebus (Darkness) and Nyx (Night). ~~~~~ His purity and her sins, kept t...
