there’s something about infatuation which both amuses and vexes me.
the emotions it stirs is predictable but also, at times, uncontrollable- almost bordering on an impulsive obsession. different thoughts simultaneously race into a storm of torrid chaos; wrestling some form of coherence from the mud the rain brings. at times, as a consequence, even actions are addled by the alluvion of short-sighted ignorance.
personally, i hate getting caught in the shower-
but an enviable some look good weathering through the squall.