People think love is a criterion
A checkbox of nationality, culture, religion, gender, sexuality, interests the manifesto of categories we identify to, subscribe ourselves to without ever having unraveled ourselves outside of the language anointed to us. Ever having known the continuum we are.
True love arises
Contra to our identity
We are torn
We are cracked
And forced open
To naked hands
And forced to except the inevitable.
That love, nothing except love holds the bond together.
This is frightening for it can never be measured in tangible ways.
You cannot say that it fits society’s standards.
You cannot name it like friend, teacher, fiancée, boyfriend, girlfriend, these are hollow.
It cannot be transacted by the vocabulary you have.
Should you transact it, it would lose its fragrance its essence you would lose the very being you love. - 9 seconds ago