Love. It’s really a interesting thing. It’s commercialized, and vitalized. Love is a burning desire that everyone covertly locks away- Some more then others. And the longer humans inhabit earth, the stronger our appetite for it grows. We aspire it so much that now it has become dug up from it’s coffin and hung for everyone to see. But what we don’t realize-- what the chosen ones understand- is that there are different loves, and different reasons for that. They comprehend what we don’t: the secret that will unlock the doors to insanity and commotion. And just like all unexplainable things, we will lock up that secret in a prison and call it sick. We will commercialize that truth. We will vitalize that truth. We will burn that truth in a coffin and make a spitting copy that lies to humanity in the worst of ways: Publicity.
