by Jeph Johnson
Should love dictate our live's decisions by relying on whims of coincidence that separate rather than join?
Is love challenged so greatly by this realm as to deem reality toxic?
When your leading light's lies Illuminate in focus, yet you blissfully glance past; by association have you not plead guilty?
When everything's on edge it erases the levity that brought laughter into your life.
Other's authenticity threatens to deflate yours.
Who do you want to be?
Go back and look:
One who is selfish and cannot control their empathy or someone selfless with a perceived lack.
Love dies trapped in a bubble.