I love you I've a drowning grip, on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place.
- 'Piazza, New York Catcher' - Belle & Sebastian.
This song has been in my head for weeks now.
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It starts with a huge kick, a giant gi-normous high. Every single time I feel it. Woooosh. shudder. (a nice kind of shudder). Then I feel mildly breathless for a bit. Foof.
ha.
I see a building or house that I love. Woooosh.
I eat some cake I love. Mm. mm. mm.
I buy a bag I love. Giant silly grin and happy.
People.
Now, people is where my problem with love is.
With people, it is a super bonanza high. Hits the peak and then comes the giant plunge downward.
I'm flitting around in the general cloud #9 neighbourhood. I just can't keep it in. I write about it. I smile a lot. I jump around a bit. I feel happy.
Then comes Fear. Unbreakable binding suffocating and irrational fear - almost always follows.
Drowning grip.
Why.
why why why
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Well, love is damn addictive all the same.
Also, I've been fighting the urge to add a bunch of smiley faces to this post.
:)
oh come on.