Love is like the sun reflecting off the oceans waters. You can't look directly at it without going blind. So you either have to sheild your eyes from the sight, or close them entirely. Either way you only see what you want to see.
Love clouds your vision, and messes with your mind. It can make your heart soar, and it can make your heart sore. If you know what I mean.
Is love for real, or is it just another word that we people use to make us feel better about ourselves??? Is love only an illusion, a wanted feeling that no one can truely posess??? Or is it true blissful ignorance, where in the feeler can walk threw a tornado still wearing that goofy grin???
I guess the real question that's on everybodie's minds about love is this: Am I worthy of it???
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Adventure most unto itself
The soul condemmed to be;
Attended by a Single Hound-
Its own identity
-Emily Dickinson
-Art by Pu-Sama
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Vadien
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Adventure most unto itself
The soul condemmed to be;
Attended by a Single Hound-
Its own identity
-Emily Dickinson
-Art by Pu-Sama