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Where Love Goes To Die
Or Live…
Love always starts out torrential. Intense. Soul-stirring.
Bursting at the seams. Uncontrollable. Indelible.
Manic. Schizophrenic. Kind. Cruel. Evil. Magnetic.
It often culminates through a physical wearing out.
It moves around…the head, the heart, the soul.
It lives. Somewhere.
It feeds off itself and expands and grows.
And then, it fades.
Sometimes it shrinks like a cotton shirt that you still wear but is tighter.
Other times it burst like a balloon.
Where does it go?
It was there.
Nourished.
Well-intentioned.
Every day, a part of you wonders if it was seeping away so slowly you just couldn’t perceive it.
Until it hit you.
It feels like it’s gone.
In its place a void.
Perhaps a comfortable familiarity. A shell. A skeleton.
A different love.
For awhile you seek it. Your search for clues.
Did it die?
