Poem: Love is…
Love is an explosion of uncertainty colliding against ecstasy, two bodies so heavy that gravity inverts reason into a pulse of absurdity. Nothing makes sense: your tongue becomes deaf; your ears go blind; and your eyes start losing their state of mind: A moment of complete emptiness being flooded by timelessness and sensations that drown our sense of direction. East becomes West and North doesn’t even exist. Now that’s the love that I love to love. Anything else is death. [Written by Andrew Funk on January 17th]