What I feel cannot be expressed in phrasal combinations. It either needs to be screamed out loud or remain painfully silent, for words, I bet can't express better. Call this insanity, eccentricity or self-hypnotism. I call this being released from a beautiful nightmare. The divine sin, that banishes you is humanly gorgeous. Full of imperfections, yet so flawless. One in a million is ostracized for loving. Don't get me wrong. This is about learning to estrange those emotions you once held on to, like those were the last things to live by. Every dawn you see proves you are alive. Every dawn once brought back those sweet miseries that filled your head the previous night. The whole day, it fills the mind and body like you were stung blue by a red eyed scorpion. Self love is inspiring. Raw, unfabricated love kills. And the same heals. Broken dreams about unrequited love does'nt make the one in a million demolished creature a saddist. I call it invitation to a better living. It is about one single dawn when you wake up to feel You. Yes, its me! The dawn, when you know estranging feelings for one person is not a lesson anymore, but something that has grown naturally in you. Call it whatever you want to, but I call it falling out of love...
