Lust: the perverse and mutilated shadow of love. Everyone starts by basking in the rosy warm sunlight of love but when the sunlight fades, the shadow is what remains, and for most, what replaces. In lust, we find what masquerades as love. Something enticing that promises you all that love did and more. But as we venture deeper into the shadow, we begin to see lust for what is: an excuse. Ironically, it is at this point that very few escape.

















