A little thing called love.
I hold such a feeling inside of me, it grips my very essence and yet this feeling is not of my own creation, it is a sensation that has taken my sanity into its control, I have or indeed no wish to, control it, it controls me.
Sometimes in a moment of idiocy without thinking, I find I do the most irashionable things, suddenly I shout out loud, and to most passersby, I must appear to them as a simpleton with a stupid smile I seem to have permanently fixed upon my face.
On a wet, cold and windy day, here I am wishing everybody a “Good morning, Lovely morning” the look on their face is my only clue, that it isn’t, but then! why do I feel the sun is shining? Why do the birds sing only for me and how come I can jump any obstacle no matter how high?
I think I am suffering from a rare condition and that maybe I should seek physiological help? The same name runs through my thoughts 24 hours a day? I lose hold of any concentration, am I turning into a helpless soul, I want to cry but I can’t find a tear , I feel I am falling in space please help me, am I falling?

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