Out of all the sequential ideas that emanate in the mind, jolting with so many others of their kind just so they can forge a flight to the center of the head that forms the mainstream illusion of originality and reliability, I choose the one that can strip me of all my peace and serenity.
And don’t you do that too?
If it doesn’t make you whimper with an undying romance of confusion and extradition of a stereotype that you lay your light on, is it worth registering into the wild flames of your mind? For if it doesn’t scare you or make you scream, it is not what you are looking for.
I might sound like I’m talking about something like love and yes, that’s exactly what it is- ‘something’ like love. They say love happens with the heart and not with the eyes, but I say love happens…
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