Love

Love is such sweet sorrow. The taste of honey as you first sip on it and the taste of bile when you taste the last drop. Love can be complicated and simple at the same time. Which way do you want to view it or should i say taste it? Sacrifice is love? Or am i wrong to say that? Is love just fun and enjoyments of the company of two people who never sincerely felt warm or cared for each other? Life can be such brutal statement at times. You tried hard to feel nothing but nothing is worse than something. What is nothing and what is something? Would feeling something makes one more alert? Or is it just a feeling of nothingness eventually? Life is all about confusions and cruel reality. We refused to see the truth even when those lies will eventually come back to you to slap you back to reality. How painful reality is and how confused one lies within truths and lies. Would one tell the truth even when truth hurts? Will one cry even when tears aren't worthy? Will one smile even when the whole world is frowning? How should one person act to face the cruel reality and brutal statements of society. Human judges. Human expects. Human wishes. Human hopes. Human wants. Human asks. The world is judgmental and do you know how this word comes about? From Judge and mental which means judging people is such a mental constrain to those judged. Ranting about life and love is such waste of time. Love is never pure and sacred in this world. People will never see love as such an importance and those who are blinded shall feel the sweet sorrow of love. Sorrow comes after sweet. Trust love? Up to you to see