Love Like Flu
It's pretty late to start sleeping and a bit peculiar to work on something. I just felt like writing to tire my mind of what it has been boggled about. The possibility of love and the early arrival of lust. I apologize for those who happen to be lost in this island of thoughts.
It is a sickening topic to write about. It is like a disease to me. I puke when I hear love matters. My teeth grits when I hear the faintest sentimental song playing. Love is sick and I'm sick of love. I couldn't possibly imagine nursing myself from it... again and again. YAAK. But then, as it happens, it hit me like that.
Love hit me like flu.
Ironically, I think I let myself play too long waddling in a foreign shore --not familiar with me. I am caught off-guard. Love, like flu, caught me. No one to blame but me.
So here I am, nursing myself off Love. I am not quite sure about the intentions of the man who led the disease to me. Did he bring vaccines (too late for that)? How about an antidote? At the least, I hope he brought a lot of protection. 'Y know what I mean?
It is a sickening topic to write about. It is like a disease to me. I puke when I hear love matters. My teeth grits when I hear the faintest sentimental song playing. Love is sick and I'm sick of love. I couldn't possibly imagine nursing myself from it... again and again. YAAK. But then, as it happens, it hit me like that.
Love hit me like flu.
Ironically, I think I let myself play too long waddling in a foreign shore --not familiar with me. I am caught off-guard. Love, like flu, caught me. No one to blame but me.
So here I am, nursing myself off Love. I am not quite sure about the intentions of the man who led the disease to me. Did he bring vaccines (too late for that)? How about an antidote? At the least, I hope he brought a lot of protection. 'Y know what I mean?
posted by Jasmin | 12:45 PM
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