Messy Head

Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word

Like they say, everything has a price. And no price is too high to pay for love. At least, not for me.

It was years of waiting, years distilled into that moment. The choice to forever be a nameless face in his crowd, or to take what seemed rightfully mine.

Now everything's a mess, and I don't know if the memory is a sick hallucination or the true story of my obsession gone too far...

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Stumbling a little
...Stumbling a little
~Teardrop - Massive Attack