Love seems to be one of the many things which humans cannot fathom, in any sense. Any sense, we do not understand what it is to love something with our entire being. Our entire being is ours; it does not belong to someone else, so why would we devote it to anyone but us? It’s selfish, plainly. Plainly put, we do not love because we are selfish. In any sense, humans are vile and we cannot allow love within our entire beings because we need strength and love makes us weak. It’s simple. And we cannot fathom this-- why? Any sense, any sense at all, we cannot love because love is weakness but we are so tired of being strong. Weakness is not unfathomable, not like love is-- we gather our weaknesses and keep them within our beings because they protect us from the vile and selfish feelings that our bodies force us to have. Love has no room within me. I am too full of weakness to be handed a strength disguised as weakness. We cannot fathom this, in any sense-- strength is hidden within weakness but we are selfish still. Is it not vile? It is vile to witness this lack of sense, this lack of sense in any sense. My entire being is love, plainly put. Yes, plainly put, there is no room for love because that is what I am made of and is that not vile? To preach of humanity’s selfishness and be made of the weakness which we fear. Our being is ours. Our being is weakness. We are made of love, but we cannot love ourselves. Love does not want to be understood.
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
22 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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