Strange how inconsequential it all becomes when your heart is consumed. The irony of it all; everything is suddenly unimportant, and everything is important. Every little detail filled with meaning, a macro-microscopic world view fuelled by the delusion of love.
But all it boils down to, is the fact that you have to nosedive into it, headfirst.
I'm plunging right now, and for some reason, I'm enjoying it. it feels right.
Other than that, it's business as usual, Mr. Melsa. Wine, Food, Tract, in that order.
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