They say about love… you’ll feel it and you’ll know.
You’ll recognize it.
Love will arrive, she’ll flip you on your head and she’ll claim you as her possession.
Is love even a She?
Isn’t it It?
This is my imagination, I’ll do what I want.
It’s a she.
She will consume you completely, some even say.
She will act on your behalf and you’ll have no strength or power to do anything.
She will make you feel so fragile and vulnerable like even one little bit stronger early autumn wind can break you to the ground leaving you in absolute pain.
And yet, so strong that you’ll have no trouble facing a tornado.
Pretty weird stuff, ha?
Everyone finds their own way in defining love.
But they all agree on one thing.
They all say the same when it comes to real love.
You’ll just know.
You’ll just know when she’s here and real.
You’ll feel and you’ll believe.
But, what if life kind of flips you as a joke so that you’ll think that her majesty, love has arrived, when actually she hasn’t and life’s just sitting behind a tree laughing his ass of?
I’m kinda trying to become one of the people who say these things about love.
I just want to be part of something.
Me? I don’t know squat about love.
Might as well hit me with a rock on my head and say “Hey yo, dude. I’m love! You’re mine!” and I still wouldn’t believe it.
I’ll be like “Wow, this can’t be happening. I must’ve taken the wrong pills or something. Maybe if I sleep them off, it’ll all go away.”
No, I’m not a sleepy, lazy person.
And I don’t do drugs.
I’m just a little confused, is all.
And, of course, I’m tryin’ to be funny.
C’mon, you guys.
Let me be part of your group here, we’ll say stuff about love together, it’ll be fun, I’ll bring those pills I told you about earlier.
I don’t have any pills.
It’s a.. it was a joke, all right?
Can I just?