An Epiphany of love's lack. Waking up this morning an uneasiness afoot. A clench in the chest and all seemed moot. Stories of viruses, dead elephants, and death by asphyxiation spread. Made one wonder. Is there a point to this life they led? Polluted, corrupted, ill at head and heart. The world was facing doom, its taste was now tart. Safety under roofs, and yet all was not at peace. There’s simply too much pain. Oh, when will it begin to cease? Summer is here, yet the world’s heart turned cold. Is there ever going to be a moment’s worth of unadulterated love, if I may be so bold? Numbers, Alas! Everything is now a number. Relationships too, they’re too calculated. Feels like love’s taken an eternal slumber. Gone are the days where we’re satisfied and content. Cold wars, hoarding, hate, metaphorical fires. Only these seem to be the intent. Not peace or love, but fear drives our instinct. What a pointless life to lead, b...