by Tomorrow's Man
July 09, 2004
Love in the Pink Room, pt.6
Love is in you. You are riddled with it. Accept that you’re terminal. Love is the drug, love hurts, love is the seventh wave, love has a mind of its own, love is a many splendored thing, love is a battlefield. Love, your eternal roommate. Love, your bittersweet disease. Love, your favorite mistake. Love is what you will never abandon, love and its baggage of pain, baggage that holds your favorite clothing, your fondest memories, and your notebook of dreams.