this has truly, gotten to the point of infatuation.
words words words, what use are they when they have found an avenue (however small), or have reached the state beyond recognition, inexplicable. it is the surge of the moment. this is the surge.
where for each euphoric moment, you suddenly find yourself completely flustered and occupied, lost in thought… but you know they would decline within an hour or two. an image forlorn and abandoned, broken in two.
but dear, what’s this rapture?
(of course, this is a grave error. what am i doing comparing this moment to another).
perkaraperkara 