Love is hard. I’ve heard lyricists, arguably the best in the business fail to truly capture it in words. I’ve heard every instrument try to capture the accendance, the way the body and brain lift into the emotion, they don’t. Nothing can truly capture it, the ethereal nature of it. Like a wisp that slips through your fingers, it lingers over you, like a haunting.
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I am at the tail-end of my thirties, starting afresh as a singleton, moving into my own place by myself for the first time in my life, all while navigating life after lockdowns and living with Borderline Personality Disorder. This blog will be my journal. Some little bits about me to get you started. I love Godzilla, pizza, animals (except frogs), reading and vodka. View all posts by Abominable Bell Blog