Love is a drug. An addicting, lethal drug. Once you are on it, you are instantly hooked, forever. You'll give up your money, your house, your car, even your freedom, for love. And when it is taken away, you're devastated, obsessed with finding more, but you can't. It's gotten too bad; you can't take it anymore. You're ready to give up. Then, just as you have lost all hope, you have a vision, a false impression of love. Your hopes get high, you may actually live in this "Love" for a short time. But it is not true, not pure. It's only physical. Soon you will be destroyed again, when you can't give up anything more. "IT'S AN ENDLESS STRUGGLE, WHY BOTHER? AM I ETERNALLY BOUND TO SUFFER THE HARDSHIPS OF CIVILIZATION ALONE? I CAN'T HANDLE THIS WITHOUT SOMEONE. BUT IT WON'T HAPPEN AND I HAVE REALIZED THAT. Who needs love, anyway?" And on those words, you die. You continue to walk the earth, an empty shell of what used to be a happy person. The body is still alive, but the soul died a long time ago. Who needs love? You do, I do, everyone does!
4/6-4/10 1995
�Daniel J. Schintz