love is an illusion the mind makes to believe that people care for others.

in reality, no one really matters except themselves. one admits that they love others because they are made to love. they are made to, and they have no other choice but to obey.

then suddenly, all those I love you's given and taken are meaningless when one is at the lowest point of their life. no one comes. no one even bothers.

love comes with thousands of conditions. we don't even realize that we no longer love the person we admit to love, when they are no longer useful for us.

or when their lungs are dry after screaming for nights, begging for help.


—gva

#drearycrow