Editing love

Am in the midst of editing. Have been editing my Friday away and soon it will be midnight and my Friday is over.

Sometimes, creative writers kill their stories with too many flowery words. And it is useless to repeat words and their synonyms because the meaning is singularly the same. Or is it because I have no creative cell in me…and that I have been trained to do it the hard news way? Concise and not flamboyant.

It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of,
This love that we've been working on.

Can't seem to hold you like I want to,
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.

We're going down and you can see it too.
We're going down and you know that we're doomed.
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room.

I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it's nothing to me,
Baby you're the only light I ever saw.

I'll make the most of all the saddness.
You be a bitch because you can.
You'll try to hit me just to hurt me,
So you leave me feeling dirty
Cause you can't understand

We're going down
And you can see it too
We're going down
And you know that we're doomed.

My dear
We're slowing dancing in a burning room.

Go cry about it
why don't you?
Go cry about it
why don't you?
Go cry about it
why don't you?

My dear
We're slow dancing in a burning room.

Don't you think we ought to know by now
Don't you think we should've learned somehow? - John Mayer

Am feeling a bit weird. Right now, I am not acknowledging any love in my heart. It feels kind of empty and yet, free. Rubbish. Love is overrated and full of rubbish.

No. I am not bitter or jaded with love.

Okay editing has totally screwed my brain. And I am only on page 8.

Yup, 8!

Oh Survivor starting… o ley o ley o ley o.

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