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love by lana del rey, 22nd February 2017

it takes time to surrender and give in to the mystical yet fucked up social construct of love. sure, love can be beautiful when you are high of it -- like a direct euphoria from your first dose of nicotine on a tedious day; you've been waiting for it the whole time, your mind was occupied with the thought of igniting the sparks. The ecstasy is addictive but as the ambers touch your skin and burn you, everything turns into ashes. why do we do this to ourselves? are we that broken to accept a habit that'd lead us to an early grave (metaphorically or literally) ? or am I just being cynical again?

heck, what do i know...

finding faces that could replace
the sheer image
of someone you once cherished
empathising plights
that shakes you to your core
...

when by dodie

romanticising the past is an eternal bloom of unkempt gardens that wallow in asphalts wailing for a beacon of sunlight. it's fucked up but there's beauty in it and it stands out in a masochist's enigmatic mind because there's beauty in pain or pain is beauty --  however the saying goes.
i'm guilty for this, extremely guilty. "never caught up in the moment, busy begging the past to stay..." the entire song embodies a greener looking time. as humans, i think we make a habit out of being infatuated with an idea of someone or something, which is a one-way ticket to heartbreak hotel and we are fully aware of it!
as far as relationship goes, i am insanely cynical yet, i am still in one. how? i don't know... i don't know.