"I feel like...I don't know what you want from love."
I don't know either, am I to pine for Romeo-esque episodes, magnificent and unrestrained, yet subsiding before the dawn creeps in and you can whisper 'stay'...? Or is it better to long for something mellow and longer lasting, making up with sustainability for what it lacks in swells of movement? Is the glimmer of feeling alive to be sacrificed in order buy an ounce of reassurance?
Is it better to live rationally or violently...shorter fuses, brighter sparks?
As we go between the placid and the volcanic...I'd like to think that we get closer and closer to the balancing line, albeit we waver still.
"That's a nice picture." You say.
Somehow 'nice' doesn't seem to cut it here.
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