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.