Love is insanity.
Love knows no rhyme or reason. It is immune to the laws of logic and intelligence. Love doesnt understand nor does it care about boundaries or rules. Love will rebel and break any bounds that dare to tighten around it. Love is the reason that you wait by the phone, smoking your last cigarette as you wait for a call that may or may not come.
Love can strip the proudest man of his hubris and make the coldest heart melt with a fiery passion that burns like the fires of Hell itself. Love takes morals and breaks them into a thousand glittering pieces falling to the ground. Love can make you soar so high that you cant breathe; Love can make you fall to the earth like a fallen angel, wings broken, tears streaming down your face. Love takes your senses and turns them against you; pleasure is pain, and pain is pleasure.
Love is the deepest, darkest hole in the ground, the darkness beckoning to you with sweet whispers. And while you peer down into the consuming inky