If only life was that easy.
We could separate everything into discrete, manageable, little packets. Discard the greys and the off-whites. Partition our emotions into tidy, compartmentalised, sets to suit every need and occasion.
And explain why we always fall in love with the wrong people.
You see the Angel in the Devil the world makes him out to be. When only yesterday, the Devil in the Angel you once thought he was struck so painfully.
Angel or Devil?
It's not clear anymore, is it?
Labels: Musings