It's strange; as though foreign.

It's strange,
how the environment
around can change within seconds even
when they disappear,
as though love was a foreign language.

It's strange,
how different humans react
and how they behave,
for better or worse even
when they disappear,
as though love was a foreign language.

It's strange,
why emotions are just
part of the mind which controls
the body and
everything else within it even
when they disappear,
as though love was a foreign language.

It's strange,
what types of pain are
caused by brokenness of the internal
of which were like glass shattered inevitably into
a million pieces even
when they disappear,
as though love was a foreign language.

It's strange,
that there was an attraction between
the gloomy and the joyful
knowing that the impossible was never
possible and hope never
existed even
when they disappear,
as though love was a foreign language.


~ When they had disappeared,
love was found as a foreign and unknown language.
Strange.