// alleyways \\

It's so hard to align your thoughts when they're everywhere and fucked up. Giving any form of effort doesn't fit - just doesn't feel right. Having unique logic could also mean fucked up logic. Bringing the term "love" is just a disaster. It's life ending mistake in some cases. For others, it's pure heroine. Love is like walking through a dark alleyway; you literally don't know what to expect and it may just hit you. Or you walk into a homeless guy who tells you to watch where you're going and threatens to beat the shit out of you. But it's never the same with him. It's consuming. It's thrilling. It's fucked up. That's how it'll always be... formidable and just difficult. The way he makes me feel is a whole new level of intoxication. The factors of falling in love contain the exact outcome as falling apart. And that's exactly what happened. That's when my world crumbled around me in what felt just instantaneously. That's what happened when I met Luke fucking Hemmings.