I remember how I have always tried to stay away from love . I thought about it but I remember listening it’s a bad thing , like some kind of a disease .
I fell prey to the words listening always been a fickle mind , until later ..
Now I know when I think of it , I see it’s the lust slowly taking over the love .
There was a fine line that no longer exists , it’s manipulated by every other brain , leaving it a mere word .
And if I were to define love , I would say it’s a dream , it’s mixture of emotions , it has different meanings , it’s imperfect . Something that makes it whole is , the purity . It’s not constant it grows with time , spreads in your body yet it’s not limited to our body , it infiltrates the soul that makes it eternal and if there is love it will always stay …