Love is methamphetamine . There's rumors it's so great yet you've never had experienced it. It's so elusive, unknown. A stimulant. Love is the boiler that keeps factories turning. factories that make youre food and the clothes that stick to your body . it is a Necessity. Love is steam. Radical and refuses to stay with the rest of the water at the bottom of the beaker.
Love Runs like the instincts of a she-wolf. Love's an apple made of light; when you think you've grabbed it, it dissolves. An Illusion. Love is black red blue violet. Sharp but foggy.
Love is not there.
Or here.
It's in you. It's the Co2 you exhale
Shadows in the dark. so here's how i figured that one out: If you're walking around your house in the dark you might think you see something; you're not not quite sure, a shadow maybe. objects are difficult to see things are blurry you're not sure what's really there. you bumped into something you didn't expect.
ReplyDeleteLove can be unexpected in a familiar place. and diffucult to define at first.