imagine someone put you on cloud nine and lift you to seventh heaven. then when you get cozy and all that flower thingy start to bloom, he left. and you're slowly descending. falling. scared to scatter and shatter. once you think you're going to hit the ground, crash and ruin, he catch you and lift you up again. and the cycle goes round and round. no one knows what is the ending. not even you. but you keep going on because you like the pleasure it brings when actually it hurts every part of you.
wake me up when we get to the end part. just make sure it has happy ending.
