Analytical Romance

How can one fathom the most curious emotion of love? Some ride the very idea of romance their entire existence. Straddling along the bareback spine of annoyance and tyrannical and zealous possessiveness. To allow one's self to derive hope and idealistic success, from an originally prescribed placebo- concocting happiness. Or so we think, as mind-blocked as we are from voracious persistence. Blocked upon block, upon block. Tempting the sheer catastrophic gal of aggravated ignorance. We play the fall game upon a field of cacti, and this emotion seems to captivate our consciousness at a hallucinogenic level allowing us to drop. Drop. Drop...effortlessly. It appears to be so minute in a realistic importance, love, but in actuality, it weighs down more than half of our humanistic ideology -consequently, a cataclysmic downpour of unfathomable preponderance. Fathomable by the most blissful of minds..