Lost
Love, a feeling not explained by one word or a phrase.
Outsourcing.... our pain, our commitment, our soul....to another, the feeling.... of trust, the feeling.... of no other.
Volatile at its core, twin cities drive each other. Mad. One outsourcing all its work and the other bringing it in.
Everything it does, bring life back to ones being, bring home back to a house, bring shelter back. Bring shelter back.
Infinitely we fall short, knowing that two steps are needed to progress. One from you, the other.
Surprised? Why would we be? We are immersed in hate, sadness, misery. Our minds are fixated, yearning for the moment we can FEEL. Feel.
Understanding how love is, is the truth to this world. A planet ran on hope, a society ran on destination, a pathway built upon you.
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