Out of Place Part 1: The Illogical Philosophy of Love Love has always been thought of as a gait way, or a path. To some, love is a labyrinth, inside it, irrational characters and dilemmas wait to be solved. In my opinion, it is fair to share the belief that love is like a tree. Beginning with the passionate and strong build of the trunk, down to the fragile tips of each branch. Each decision leading to yet another branch to decipher. As the tree begins to deteriorate with age, the love begins to fade, and to die out. Until the last leave floats softly to the green, plush grass below. Leaving each one with nothing but a shattered heart, and broken memories of what was.
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