Destination…Love

We abuse the idea of love, we turn it into a  fantasised destination, somewhere we 'end up' not by default, but our choice. We think we know love and how it should play out on paper. We have these deluded concepts and egos bigger than cause itself, it gets left behind and placed onto a shelf, gathering dust until dawn- tarnished by the unidealistic, unrealistic pleasure of porn and play and plastic arrays. Love begins to grow torn, with gaps and pieces missing from its thorn. The thorn of love can no longer pierce us as it should, it is blunt not sharp due to its place in mind, not soul.