Love is the drunk driver of our lives. We can’t control the ******* and yet we blindly jump in every time the silly ******* bangs a u turn, jumps the curb, and shouts to “get in the ****** car there’s no time to explain”!
It’s insane when you think about it. People die over this ****. Horrible movies are made about it. It inflicts millions every year. Does the cdc know about this?
Yet here I am. Side of the road. I just opened the door, tuck and roll. I don’t know where I am or how to get back to where I was.
But I think I’m ok.
That crazy ******* missed the turn and went off the cliff. Screaming some **** about happiness and *******.
She’ll be back.
She always comes back.