love is torture...
a curse that falls upon us all....
feeling homeless, feeling hopeless
drowning in the waters many have swam
yet none knew how to fight the tides..
Now and again there are survivers
But the ground they stand is weak
It can open and swallow them
Each second they remain there
Yet none of us want anything more
Than to stand on that unsolid soil...
That's the earth where life grows
It is that, which nurtures us