love is love
it can be so many different things
love can be
- a mystery
It’s just never the same. it keeps moving and flying and changing like some magical kaleidoscope of insanity, or a mystical calliope of comfort and depression. The tune plays for one and then for another. The magical creatures go round and round, and up and down.
And we all pay our token, or remain content to watch from the sidelines, because we don’t want to be the kid who ate too many deep fried twinkies and blew chunks all over the magical, mystical sidewalk of love.