How do you know that you love something?
Is there this absolute overwhelming feeling that many of us imagine it to be?
Or is it just the longing for something?
How can you be so sure?
How can you be sure of your emotions when they are as forever changing as the sea?
When you feel so hollow that you’re not sure if you are even in your own mind.

by Matt Yates

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