4 November 2012
It's like a virus. And I can feel it crawling up my skin. Aching in my bones. Like a fire you can't put out.
It's like a hunger. Right in the pit of my stomach. Gnawing away at my insides. Eating it up.
And yet it's not.
It can be like summer. Warm and beautiful. Full of beauty and fun.
It can be like parties. Lively and crazy. Full of drunken happiness.
One thing. Two sides. An oxymoron ploughing straight through my emotions.
It's like hot and cold. Fire and ice. Passion and hate,
Loving you.
Beautiful Pain • Opuss № I