What has no conditions but one condition?
What brings hope in the darkest hour, when nothing seems to go right, and nothing is worth doing, and nothing is worth living for?
What makes everything better when you’re missing your limbs, there’s a cataract in your eye, and you don’t know how to speak, and can only experience?
What throws you to the ground like a ragdoll, and right as you’re about to get tattered and soiled, picks you back up, wipes away the grime, and brings you back to life?
What tricks you into disbelieving the truth, but never changes shape?
What tickles thy guts, without ever touching your skin?
What invades your dreams while you’re sleeping, makes you reach out to grab it, but you know you can never touch it?
What drives you in a circle, without ever taking a step?
What has no conditions but one condition?
Love.
