Love Ending
Where is the point where love ends?
I was driven to driving over caked roads
Empty on both sides
(lies, you were filled with wonder)
wondering what would be at the end;
does the road ever end or is it
...
infinite like the definition
of a line in geometry, nonstop
unless it runs into a point?
...
Where is the point where love ends?
Because sometimes it does end
even when it's supposed to be eternal.
...
Does it never really end?
Does it just slow down to match
the speed of a rock becoming a grain of sand?
About the Creator
Camille Ora-Nicole
Hi! I'm a writer, artist, placemaker, and producer from Southern California. When I'm not writing, I'm drawing, and if i'm not drawing I'm working on a project, and if not doing any of that, i'm Netflix and chillin'. IG: @oracami_studio
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