we use words to point, express, construct and de-struct.
to talk about love and its meaning or even to talk about mere feeling takes all true presence out of it.
all is lost in translation.
to write is even worse as it carries the heavy weight of thought and analysis.
is love an idea and is it a moral request how it should be, flowing, selfless, painless?
fuck.
here is my pain.
quietly mixing with joy.
love is not a soap bubble in the air.
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