What if the love you seek becomes something else?
Something so different than love itself.
When love loses its meaning, is it still love?
Is it still love if you want to run away from them for them?
The same love turns into some kind of slow poison that takes away your life.
Why are you always looking?
Looking for people to validate your ideas and your situation?
You can’t keep doing this for eternity
Someday you’ll get tired and so will I.
And our souls will too.
We wouldn’t want to fight anymore
There would be no point fighting.
We’d want to flee, We’d want to flee from this situation.
Because there would be no point staying.