Cave
Now I'm back in my cave of heartbreak...doesn't feel the same though. Weird how words provide a shelter. I totally believe in being happy with oneself in order to give and receive true love. I guess it's another case of "its me not you..." How true are cliches? How can you tell if anything is authentic? My love for her might have be an attempt to capture what I thought was real. Am I just a shitty artist? Not caring about the details that make art more than just cliche ideas? I thought there was more...have I been too quick to experience love again? Seems built...seems crazy...probably both...the truth is I love her.