It just felt so easy.
Up in this cloud
Where love could bloom.
There was so much wrong in this world.
Plagues and poverty. Hunger and insanity.
It wasn’t a break up or despair.
Sadness or misery, or things just not meant to be.
Rather just lost until it came rushing;
Crumbling every belief that it could be anyone else.
So many other things that could spark inspiration,
To bring awareness.
Instead finding that I could not stop writing about love.