A Terrible State of RealityA Poem by E. A. LideLove is nothing more than a therapist, and an unlicensed one at that. A person who claims to search for love is doing nothing more than lying to themselves. For what they search for is not love but happiness, eternity, and perfection. They search for ideas and ideals which do not exist. Love, though, love exists- but no-one's ever looking in the right places. Love, after all, is nothing but a therapist. A therapist does not solve problems, that's not their job, and the only promise one will ever make is to try. Love is like that, like a therapist and the terms in their journals and textbooks. Love is not a state, and it is not a solution. It is a condition, and, much like a contract, is full of them. © 2014 E. A. LideReviews
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