It is true. Theobromine, attitude-helper, it lightens the burden of the knowledge of existence while endorphins melt the lines between pleasure and pain, patience and passion. Quite a chemical cocktail. Love, so very real that it is physical pressure upon the heart and a pain in the groin. It is as real and permanent a change as hacking off a finger, and as ephemeral as shaving one s head.
Love is starlight and moon rocks, hot as the flames of hell, and as consuming.
It is an eternity, burning in starfire, wrapped up in single instant of time. Who d have thought that the body could do all that. Quite a biochemical roller coaster ride. That s grand. As for procrastination, I m a deadline junkie, myself.