i am hopelessly in love with the irony of things and the melodramatics of this world. i am hopelessly in love with metaphorical ideas and personified literature. i am hopelessly in love with 3 AM thoughts, engulfing me whole. i am hopelessly in love with the hopefulness that I hear love brings. i am hopelessly in love with the hollow ache that accompanies my lust for nostalgia. i am in love with mythology, folklore, and theories of an alternate universe. i am in love with thoughts, ideas and expressions. i am in love with raspy tunes and morbid lyrics. i am in love with overly optimistic Pinterest boards and overly pessimistic Tumblr posts. i am in love with flower fields, starry skies, and ember red horizons. i am a sailor lost in a sea of melancholy. i attempt to ride the waves back to shore, but its tender arms ceases to carry me home. i am a rusted silver dime in a jar of polished golden coins, for I will never truly know where I belong. i am the song that sad peop...
and to you, an assembly of metaphorical thoughts