Cupid shot me with his musical, note-shaped arrow.
With a tip spiked in song, the direct shot pierced my heart, filling my body with a sweet symphony that ceaselessly sings to me everywhere I go.
But this special arrow came with a bitter sorrow; a slow releasing poison tainting the bloodstream from which it feeds on. It’s a burden which weighs me down with a deep, consuming, unrequited love for the intangible; an echo of a distant song I can never catch.
I’ve sipped from the river of music, and now I’m left even more thirsty and delirious – caught in Cupid’s chokehold.
Diary of a Deluded Heart
Written: July 14th 2016
Published: September 3rd 2016