More Harvy

I had a funny night, not a good one, one of those when everybody else goes to sleep and you are just too delirious to sit still let alone sleep. Love is a many splendour thing, it sure is. All types of love are splendour because love is so noble I suppose. Right now my mind is fuzzy, it's the heart which has taken over. Love is because love happens. My Gestalt therapist would say it's because it's the hippocampus or whatever part of the brain, which actually doesn't feel like it functions methodically. I've not felt like this in years, just walking on air... what a feeling. Mi amor, gracias para está en este mundo. Te quiero mucho