Oh! To get lost in others' stories again, of love and loss constantly reimagined, reasons to feel, empathy to seep, Through to my very bones, As I pictures me in that love, that Home, tears flutter under these external shutters, layered over a simmering flame, that only finds written reasons to feel again, weeping inconsolably, [...]
Is love dead?
I keep coming back to this idea that love as we know it is silly, trite and majorly dead. There is such a silencing of love. It's like we're so desensitized to it. We can't even think about it. To see it. To feel it. Yet we can feel that great aching gap within us. [...]