Zebruh, what is Love?
Love is like a black hole I can't see down. Love is evasive and confusing. Love leaves you staring at a reflection of a man in smeared makeup that you don't know but is supposed to be you, wondering, "I'm everything anyone could ever want? Why don't they want me?" Love hurts in it's total and complete absence. In myself. In others. In this blasted curse of a planet.... ❤️it's a good time, babe. Wanna come over?❤️












