A sudden reoccurring thought has pierced my cranium recently.
What if love isn't real?
Love is supposedly a complex and unexpected emotion,
Instead it could be a non-existent feeling made up by our brains to help us feel better,
Eventually clouding our judgement and assisting rash decisions,
Somehow I believe it may be an excuse for the lust and need for human contact we experience day-to-day.
Or
Maybe
It's
Just
A
Distraction.A lie.
A childhood dream to make adulthood feel worthwhile.
Or maybe, just maybe, I haven't felt it yet.
One day, I will know for sure,
But how do I know when that day is?
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Truthful Destination - Poetry
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