i fall easily and hopelessly in love.
then i clamber desperately in an attempt to get away again.
i am simultaneously mesmerised by the alluring warmth of commitment
and depressed by its ensnaring finality and sameness.
like an overwhelmed child in a sweetshop.
feverishly i see.
jealously i covet.
so many flavours and vibrant colours!
to be contented with only one?...
