Love is such a open concept. I mean it could go so many different ways in this world. Someone could feel all the love in the world from just one person. Someone else could feel no love and be empty. Someone could have someone love them so much, but they could be blind too it and still chase hearts that don't want them. When there is a heart aching too be next to theirs. I mean love..... Love is something you may only feel intimately with one person for the rest of your life. Or you may feel intimate love with many different people, but it may never mean anything too you. You may feel platonic love with everyone or no one. Love is such a hard concept to grasp I feel. Does anyone actually know what love is ? How do you know love is real ? Is love just something we use too fill the time until we die ? Do we just use love as a coping mechanism for life ? Just something too help us feel more at ease and more comfortable with the fact that we have such a short time here on earth, and it's all going by so fast. Do we just use love as something to make us feel like our lives have a meaning ? Did we make up love ? Or is love what created us ? Have you found your love, in whatever you may find your love ? If so where did you find this love ? In who ? In what ? Where ? How do you know it's love and not just lust, or infatuation, or temporary obsession ?
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
