Love - a barbarous creation.

A Story by BareCreature

I simply write it just to express what I was feeling.

Love. Love, love, love. Everything always revolves about it. “Love can save us”, “where there is love there is life”, “ love heals”. But love is the cruelest dynamism known to man kind. It steals every last bit of you, devouring you in pieces, which you can never connect in one again. People like saying love is all they need and want in this world, but once every last bit of their heart is consumed by this miraculous force they have nothing left, but to rot in their own overanalyzed dreams, which will soon turn their lives into a meaningless void in which they will forever keep endlessly sailing. There is no harbour. Love brutally wipes out everything on its way, without concluding who deserves it and who doesn’t, it will get to every and each one of us by the end of our lifetime. There is no rescue. It doesn’t matter how much you so called “love” this love will sooner or later feed on you too. No one is an omission. No one. Right now I feel how it eats everything inside me, drowning me in my own thoughts to make me loose my last hopes. The surface keeps rising further away. It’s a scheme. A well thought through policy, which has worked since God created Adam and Eve. It gradually sucks you in until there is no light above you and no opportunity to swim out of the void. No escape, no way out, no light above. This code will eternally go on until the Earth explodes and every form of life is erased from its face. Oh love, love, love - a barbarous creation of father God.