All in the name for LOVE.

I walked out on a love, right at the end of a slow-moving night.

The audacity of my actions, the consequences, the effects were left out of mind. The only issue was getting home without gettting chased after. Yet when the intent was achieved, when everything was done, hollowness engulfed me.

Was it the feeling of not bearing to leave? Or were something more holding back?

Oh Baby...