Speckled little drops of battery juice running about my stomach remind me of the indefinite nature of life. The Left side understands it, it's epinephrine released by the core to ignite adrenaline actions, fight or flight. Though the Right side perceives it as butterflies, stirring my insides in a ballet of malicious chaos.
Tachycardia to Hypertension, Apnea to Disapnea. I'm a state-of-the-art vessel driven by an overachiever. Feelings and thoughts rarely stay in their natural form, they are the first domino in a long string of dominoes.
The only thing more confusing than Love in it's primordial state, is Love after it has died that is if you believe it can die. . I for one believe it's like a cockroach, no matter how inconvenient it is you cannot get rid of it.
Dead or alive? Not the question. Worth asking or not? Is.
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Submission Name: Love -> Confusion
