Why do we feel love? Do we even know what loves is? How do know when we’re in love? Does anyone really know? Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years. Stories, poems, books and movies flood our senses about love. We are obsessed above love. We are lonely without it and confused when in love. There is love for your parents love for your children even love for your pets. But it’s romantic love that fogs up our heads. Why do people fall out of love? Where they ever really in love? Is in just about making babies, survival of the species? Is it just about hormones flushing through our systems that riles us up? Is it just about companionship for when we get old? How many times have you asked yourself or been asked by others, how do I know when I’m in love? Some have said you’ll just know it when you are. Never really understood that reply, a better answer I think, if you have to ask you’re not. Sorry but that’s the best I can do, after that it’s all up to you.
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted