i don't know much about love. i hardly know anything about it, really. but if i had to guess, i'd imagine it's the bubbling feeling inside your stomach, and the aching want you feel in your bones.
the way you feel like floating on a cloud, or maybe pulled down into the earth with the roots of the flowers and blades of grass. a lightweight feeling, the feeling of freedom.
dazed little trances you somehow find yourself falling into, silly little dreams that hardly make sense, yet at the same time, they do.
i think it tastes like your favourite sugary treat, and smells like the finest of perfumes. but overall, i think love is simply a word that humans use to describe indescribable feelings of affection and attraction.
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Poetryan anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
