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How To Say I Love You Without Saying I Love You #1

Miley Cyrus’ Flowers, but written by a guy

I can buy myself powers
In my favourite videogame
Stay on it for hours
Do things you don’t understand
I can continue all night
With my online clan
Yeah, they can love me better than you can

Love Is That Holiday Destination

Love is that holiday destination
Which flashes before your eyes
As soon as you open your social media accounts
Because that is where
Your friends seem to be going
Your neighbours seem to be heading, again (only this time with their kids)
Your colleagues have planned to go
And they are all posting exquisite pictures of themselves and that place all the time
You cannot avoid it
How long can you shun social media?
You must go there and see it with your own eyes
Experience it with your own body
Breathe it with your lungs
Taste it with your tongue
And so you check your schedule
Fix a date
Make the reservations
Book the tickets
Off you go to scratch that itch

When you land there
What do you see?
A deserted landscape
Nobody but you
You wonder if it is the right place
You check your phone and confirm so
Why, then, is nobody else in sight
Then a drop falls on your hand
Then another, and another
You turn to look up
And see dark clouds gathering overhead
A storm is brewing
Now you know

Observations #1

Either I am surrounded by idiots
Or perhaps I was wrong in assuming
That love is exclusive to fools
If my eyes are not deceiving me
I can confirm that love has affected everyone around me
It has not restricted itself to vertebrates with negligible erudition
It has gripped one and all
I have a notebook with me where I have taken the strain of listing and describing all the symptoms associated with this singular curiousity
I must admit the notebook is laden with words I had not come to expect
Blindness, deafness, insomnia, loss of appetite, corrupted memories, sullenness interjected with periods of extreme elation, and madness to name a few
The findings are surprising, but not shocking