No love.

shift focus to love.Or rather lack of it.'When was the last time you wrote about love' I ask.'Love?'.
It's a risky,annoying business.That's not the answer I get but I assume that's what it could've been.'Does being alone have anything to do with it?'.My questions seem to be flat and personal.Not to mention unanswered.
There's a lot of love in this world but then there's also a lot of hatred,infact from what I see,I would like to call it contempt.She says she doesn't know how to write about what the world calls 'LOVE'.'ummm...what?'
Her answer clearly shows how far away she's from it.She doesn't know love so she can't write about it.Simple.
She spent years looking for signs of love.And never found it.'And does it make you feel sad?'.I think that is the most absurd question that one ask.And I asked it.



I still see the sky.I still see the moon.
I still feel the rain.I still see flowers bloom.
The only time I feel alone is when I hide.
And when I hide,no one comes to look.