3.16: Seeking Mnemosyne A sea of emotions is at rest
lingering behind closed emotions that will never die— my thoughts are keystrokes
It was very hard to capture more than 30,000 species of orchids in 2 mins
Skies full of pain stare down those
After Gymnopedie 1; A ring on her finger holds her complete.
Those memories, they fall, down the river of nostalgia. Fading with every second, changing by the minute,
Limerence; The days were planned, like a night full of dreams, painted in colors, with our favorite palette.
Seriously, has anyone ever provided a fitting answer to this question? Perhaps not. The truth is that the act of being in love is different for each person because, in my point of view, Love is a combination of confusion, enjoyment, thrill, fear, adoration, and security. Perhaps there are more sentimental words that we can add…