what is it about?

how is it so special?

how is it so superior?

how is it so distinguishable from everything else?

obsession, such clear

and obvious obsession.

it even has all the characteristics of an obsession,

the main one being unnoticeable.

love.

love. love. love.

love. love. love. love. love.

what book are you reading?

a great one.

what is it about?

love.

what is this movie about?

love.

what about that one?

love.

that one?

love.

these ones?

love. love. also love.

what is this play about?

what is this painting about?

what are they dancing about?

isn't it tiring - to think about one single thing

over and over, during the day and the night?

wouldn't you call a person that talks about one single topic

crazy, sick, unwell?

wouldn't it be weird to have a single goal - to not be single?

wouldn't it be disturbing - to have a single thought in mind

at all times, continuously, forever?

to create art is to bring something new into the words.

what can be new about love?

what take on love could possibly be surprising?

after thousands of movies, paintings, poems, musical pieces.

is it so you can only appreciate a piece by associating it with yourself?

if so, why create anything at all?

if exclusively the simplified topics are valuable,

why not cancel art at once?

what makes love "the most beautiful" topic?

what makes it a fact?

is the world itself not beautiful?

is time not beautiful?

what makes love superior?

what distinguishes it?

what is so special about it?

why are they obsessed with it?

so they don't feel empty?

do they even understand love?

for poets, the thought of love begins with

the beauty of the eyes and ends with the realisation

that maybe love is not only about appearance.

those are all the hidden meanings behind their poems.

you wouldn't find anything else there.

anything.

for people love is not "the beautiful feeling"

for they don't even understand what beauty is.

for people love is the only thing they can discuss

for it is that simple to,

for you don't need your own mind to talk about it.

but how are they not tired?

if you only thought and talked about flowers,

you would die of boredom.

birds, friendship, the beauty itself - such beautiful things,

and love isn't even one of them.

if it is so beautiful, why does the inability to feel it

not make me a monster?

why does the inability to feel it give me

a better sense of how to be a good person?