Falling in love?

Bull-shit. Falling in love has nothing to do with the other. Falling in love is the crazy, delirious, liberating feeling I get when I throw my heart on a platter in front of the entire world. Falling in love has only to do with me.

Because falling in love is falling in love with myself. It’s the celebration of freeing myself from my bounds and throwing myself head-first into the cold ocean which we call life. Zero fears, zero inhibitions.

Falling in love is transcending this world and being everywhere, falling in love is denying and suspending time. Falling in love is ripping apart the fabric of this unholy human construct.

Falling in love is being in a place devoid of everything but what is already within me. Love. Life. Beauty.