Love isn´t for humans…..whatever you do….however hard you try….you are always going to be human, full of human flaws…..and human misery and human treason for all you believe in or you wish for.
Love is for the fictional beings…..the ones who can withstand the everyday life and the trappings that come with it. They stand above all those insecure dilemma, those misunderstandings….that make our life the hell that it is.
They rise to a point where love is possible….the only place where it is possible.
Love is fiction….we made up love…and only in the place of creating it can exist. Only in our minds….in paintings, in books, in poetry, in films and in the strange place that is our imagination it can bloom and come to the illusionary manifest we adore and hold high.
We cannot, and never will withstand reality. It is the killer of all things we wish to be true.
Heroism! Loyalty! Civil courage! And Love!
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