Concealed Dreams

I seek to understand the evil and not so evil things of the world. I've been told that love is a beautiful thing, although love is the only thing I fear.

Like they say with everything, too much of a good thing can turn bad, but I always seem to be drawn to the complex labyrinth that always leaves me more confused than when I started.

Love seems to be a misunderstood concept that has been skewed by the misconceived idea, that love is what the world wants it to be...instead of treating the delicacy with the care and grace it needs to flourish, we feed it a selfish desire of manipulation and instant gratification.

So in other words I'm not afraid of the word love. I'm afraid of what it's become...just another word for reckless security.