What is love?
Is love an illusion?
Is it a lie?
Is it a commitment?
Is it just an experience?
There are different types of love.
But is that real?
Do we go chasing it like drug addicts?
What makes it real?
What makes it go away?
What is that sensation in our chest, our head…. our body?
And we search for it.
Finding little glimpses of what we thing it is. Transforming, deforming, detaching. Observing.
And then you are an empty shell.
What fills you up when what you thought was love is gone?
What whispers in your ear?