Amore Disperato

Love, like an old street by the sea, knows everything about your falls and habits, but still opens the door. Between a kiss and a stubborn quarrel, there's no boundary left: it's either fire or the habit of warming oneself in the ashes. It's funny how easily you can lose your head and how long it takes to find yourself again, following someone else's tracks in the morning mist. And yet, there's something honest in this chaos when pain sounds like an admission, and forgiveness hides in the same breath as a scream. It feels like our whole life is one endless "and still together," even tho no one promised it would work out.