If I Be Wrong

My perspective on relationships in this generation is so distorted, I do not know what or who to believe. What if love doesn’t exist? What if it never had existed?

Is love the whole illusion, like this world in which we live, like this life in which we live?

No one seems to believe in love anymore, I do not know if I still believe in love, neither.

This sad reality of the world in which we live, amongst the beautiful infrastructures and the nature of the lands; inhabited by mankind, who does not believe in love.

I thought that love should be like magic. Perhaps, the ignorance of my hopeless romantic, fairytale of the soul.

It’s always meeting the right person at the wrong time. Or the wrong person at the right time.

My soul is a roaring siren, beating through the lungs, awaiting for love, which will wipe me off my feet, distract my breath, not making me second guess about the existence of love.

8 billion people on this planet Earth, I search the depths of the seas, the masses of the lands, the mountain peaks and still remain alone, left in silence with this aching heart; beating without stopping for a love that does not exist.

I embrace myself beneath the sheets, expecting love in reality, which may never surface.

I fall short, depending on my dreams, to break me and lead me to the light at the end of the tunnel. What awaits me?

Seiko M | PASSION | ∞

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