Humans are born with the instinct to grasp and hold another hand.
Nothing makes sense, when “love” doesn’t make sense.
Greetings Beloved Kin,
Love was written in the Seed of Human as a fundamental need for survival. Without it, Life doesn’t make any sense, nor all Time it takes to endure it to the end. We live in society of so many who are suffering from mental illness. But, is that only the symptom of those who will go to any length to be Seen and Acknowledged, even if it’s only for a moment, when they have given up all hope of ever knowing True Love?
