Do you believe in something, which can’t be seen but still exists???
No, I am not talking about faith, god, ghost, evil or demon.
We believe in fire, because it burns. we believe in water because it freezes to ice.
I believe in Something which exists in my pillow more than in my bed. I feel it in my slumber, in my harsh breathes of solitude. I feel it in the existence of being lonely. I sense it, in whatever good survives in me.
It’s gentle, tender and beautiful. More musical than poetry. It’s fluid than the wind.
I call it LOVE.