Can sometimes love be seen as a harshly slapped commentary by reality? What are we ready for when we love?? What is true love and is love ever an excuse?, an excuse to be who we really are. That which is deeply repressed within us… Madness.
Can sometimes love be seen as a harshly slapped commentary by reality? What are we ready for when we love?? What is true love and is love ever an excuse?, an excuse to be who we really are. That which is deeply repressed within us… Madness.
