Tabula Rasa

When pure hearts make a pact of loving each other eternally, they have the priviledge of ignoring the possible devastating future.

Upon losing your mind to love there is nothing in the sphere of logic than can in any way awaken you.

That is the matter of dreams, sweet and seductive, capable of wrapping themselves around every faber of your being.

Then barely alive you come to realize that the passion you've felt has stayed with you, haunting you, even though your dream has turned into a nightmare after the pact was brutally undone...

There is no ignoring passion you fool, there is no coping with this loss.
There is no way of making your feelings clear to those around you as there is no way of translating their words in your language.
Communications are down, blocked by the fear.
What other fear is there by the great though of forgetting it all.

Could this be a solution, impossible to achieve in this times and yet so promising?

Tabula Rasa,Tabula Rasa,Tabula Rasa...

( eikona: i love you to pieces by TheEducatedFool )