Who am I? A vengeance of solitude or a corruption of vector magnitude, Who lost his direction, but refusing to be a scalar - just like a local prostitute. Just the way stack overflows, Thoughts are bouncing inside my head. But no algorithm to follow - No LIFO, No FIFO. Heart is bleeding - Colors of my Sins; Already engaged. So it is...
You are radioactive. I'm radioactive. Love is radioactive. When we meet, nuclear fusion happens that makes us one. When we left apart, you survive, I survive, love decays. No one can predict the mean life. That's how it happens. That's how it should be. Nothing more. Nothing less. Remember, we are radioactive, love is radioactive. ...
