No. 14

There is an epidemic among us, a disease that if not treated, without cease it will spread.

It is tasteless, scentless, and unseen.

A biological warfare that poisons our blood with infectious melancholy.

It weakens our hearts with an internal bleeding of virtues meanings.

It is nameless, faceless, and withheld.

An inflamed psychopathy of never ending thoughts and dilating eyes.

Yes, it is me.

Yes, it is you.

Yes, it is us.

Yes, it is love.